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I was looking through my spam folder before junking it, and I noticed a new request from someone to add me to their Friendster list. I signed up maybe a year ago, because I sign up for almost everything, but I subsequently forgot all about it. When I got my password sent to me, there were 2 other people waiting to be confirmed as my friends (don't worry, guys, you're in). I started poking around, and I noticed that people were signing up for Friendster profiles with the names of places (for instance, you can be friends with "Rhode Island.") (I'm sure this stuff is sooo last year, but I did the blog thing instead). So that was kind of clever, ok. Then I saw someone was friends with Wally the Green Monster: Wally is friends with Theo: The "testimonials" Theo gets are priceless. Wally: Thanks for your offer of a $60m 4-year extension, but Scott Boras has urged me to test the market. After all, Diamondbacks could use a Green Monster, and I wouldn't mind reuniting with Shea. You can now try to trade me for the best mascot in the game, but let's face it, WALLY IS #1. Teddy Ballgame: You talk all bullshit about righting the wrongs of past administrations. You retire Fisk's number just so he'll wear a Sox hat to the Hall, then you sign Ellis Burks, but you let me languish in some technologically advanced freezer. You little prick! Brian: So I wake up this morning face down in the street in front of the Foxy Lady after a two week long bender. I go to Fenway and they're like 'Do you got sent down.' and I was all 'No way bro, you don't know what you're talking about.' So he pulls out an old newspaper, points to a Gammons article and there it is in black and white 'The People's Favorite, Brian Daubach Sent to Pawtucket; Dickwad Frank Castillo Called Up.' WHAT THE FUCK?!? I mean, seriously dude! Frank Castillo!?!?! Who are you, Danny Ainge? Pedro: If you don't give me an extension, I'm going to drill you in the ass. It goes on and on. I finally "get" friendster! There's El Guapo (of whom Carl says "you managed to eat a dinosaur, even though they don't exist."), and Jerry, Don, Tom and Bob Lobel. There's Ellis and Johnny. Pedro's interests include 2- and 4-seam fastballs, curveballs, change-ups, brushback pitches, pointing at my head as I look at the other team's hitters, tossing the elderly. And you can be friends with them all!

The Great Indian Casino Debate is heating up in Rhode Island. The Narragansetts, "advised" by the major gambling venture Harrah's, are renewing their call to be allowed to build a resort casino in West Warwick. Backers of the project talk about tons of new jobs, millions in new revenues for the state and ending the RI wallet sucking going on just over the border at Foxwoods and Mohegan Sun. Opponents question whether the economic benefits are worth the social ills traditionally associated with gambling (and if you've ever known someone with a gambling problem, then you probably know what they're talking about). As of last September, a poll showed Rhode Islanders supporting building the West Warwick casino 51%-35%. Among the 35% are Governor Carcieri, who spoke out against the casino today, and yours truly. My inner elitist says what the hell does that 51% know?! They're just fooled by the glitzy promises of overflowing coffers (lower taxes? HA!) and, very important to RIers, a shorter drive to the fun and excitement of watching your money go bye-bye. A buh bye. At least my inner elitist is informed by experience this time, as I've seen things go not exactly according to plan with the casino here in New Orleans (operated by, what do you know, Harrah's!) Em sent me this link showing that Jim Taricani is on the ball: Did Harrah's Break Promises In New Orleans? Economic development at all costs is not a winning formula for RI. I always say that if you really want to increase Gross State Product, get Textron to build a giant bomb, have GTECH raffle it off to Hollywood and let them blow up Coventry. Imagine all the construction jobs created to rebuild! We'd be stupid not to do it! Just like in New Orleans, if, after the casino is up and running, Harrah's doesn't think its deal is lucrative enough, it can threaten to close up shop. "You wouldn't want to lose all the jobs we provide, would you? Then cut us a better deal." Meanwhile, Lincoln Park and Newport Grand go belly up, not being able to compete with a glitzy subsidized monster casino (Harrah's, the Wal-Mart of gaming?) So not only do taxpayers not get the promised piles of cash from Harrah's, but the sizable revenues from our other two gaming facilities dries up. Someone's getting the short end of the stick, and it's not the corporation that moves its profits out of the state. So I'm hoping the casino bill dies in the Lege. A lot of people think we should vote for whether or not the Narragansetts get their way, which I'd be all for if people could get the whole story and not just a nice ad campaign full of dollar signs and promises. Unfortunately, that's what we'll get, and people will vote accordingly. As Fat Mike says, majority rules don't work in mental institutions (free MP3 here).

Apparently the only thing you need to know about anything bad Americans might do in Iraq is "we're not as bad as Saddam/Osama/al Qaida." Since we're now on the terrorist morality scale, I think we should prove that we're at least up to snuff on the macho front, lest the terrorists say "at least we're not as cowardly as America, who needs tanks and helicopters and airplanes to beat us." Today we hear that the guy who actually wielded the knife that decapitated American civilian Nick Berg was al-Qaida leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. See? Their evil leaders get actual blood on their hands, while we only get a head of state with metaphorical blood on his hands. Time for George to get back in that flight suit and drop some bunker busters over Najaf. Or would that be as cowardly as flying a jetliner into a tall building? Oh wait, it would be moreso, no "suicider-ing" involved. Carter was, well, Carter. Reagan ran away in Beirut. Bush I wouldn't close the book on Saddam. Clinton probably could have gotten Osama before 9/11, but didn't. Bush II probably could have gotten al-Zarqawi after 9/11, but didn't. CAN ANYONE DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE!? And this year we get to chose between Dubya, a proven bungler of the war on terror and Kerry, a probable bungler in the war on terror. Great. Instead of debates we should see who's more manly by giving them each a "probably" guilty Iraqi detainee and seeing who degrades, tortures and sexually molests their prisoner worst (or best, depending on your POV). If that sounds like a disgusting idea, well at least it's not as bad as Saddam. Or something.

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Perhaps you've noticed a lack of posts here on Iraq lately. That's kind of weird, as I've been a critic of this war and especially the administration. The past month, though, has gotten me so incredibly sick about the situation that I have trouble getting my thoughts organized coherently for a post. The past week, with the release of photos from Iraqi prisons (did you realize these pictures are several months old?) may mark a serious setback in not just Iraq, but in the entire war on terror, a setback we haven't even begun to comprehend. I'm not as shocked as many Americans might be about these abuses. I've read Chomsky and Zinn, I know the difference between talk of our high moral principles and our actions. I also know without a doubt that America is the greatest country this world has ever seen, and my love for what is truly good about the US is what compelled my opposition to the Iraq war. Many partisans have said that this four year Bush administration will hurt American credibility all over the world for decades to come. I tend to dismiss this kind of strident talk, but now I'm not so sure. I figured I'd post because I found this essay (via Kos) that said so much of what is inside me, begging to be screamed from the rooftops. I'm going to excerpt a part that really resonated with me, but promise me you'll read the whole thing. That's so right, and gets to a major frustration I have when talking about a lot of progressive values, not just the war. I realize it's a weakness in my ability to communicate, but it seems as if people are willfully entering only either/or arguments which completely disregard real life. Being against this war does not mean being objectively pro-Saddam rape rooms, much as pro-war people would like you to think. Being for clean air regulations does not mean being anti-economic growth. Pro-choice does not mean pro-8 month old fetus skull crushing. I purposely don't go after all the ridiculous things that conservatives say or do because I understand idiocy, especially among entrenched politicians, has nothing to do with ideology (though I certainly admit it's satisfying to play gotcha at times). I'm getting off topic here, so just go read the essay I linked.

So Cotuit gave me a list of links to add to the URBlog, and two things stood out. First, go here. Now go here. Poor EP... that's just sad. And another bad city website, WarwickRI.com, has morphed into an honest-to-god good web resource! I can only assume it's due to hiring an "e-government specialist," but hot damn I like it. There's even a message board/forum, with someone at City Hall actually participating. Of course, there's only about a dozen entries there right now, half of which are people TALKING IN ALL CAPS ABOUT TAXES! I'd bet you a dollar the guy screaming about no taxation without representation has no idea who his city councilperson is. Good stuff, though!

Tonight was the last night of Survivor All-Stars, which, as I predicted I might, I lost interest in after our favorite naked gay Rhode Islander got kicked off. Anyway, I hope none of you saw it. I need to take a shower now for even witnessing the crap that was the live final vote tally. Ugh!

I just spent the past couple hours (ok, all day) working on the design of my Urban planning blog, the RI+URBlog. I've been wanting to do this for a while, especially since not everyone who reads A Cry for Help is as into that kind of stuff as I am. I also wanted to make a "specialty" blog, without interspersing transit and architecture posts with Red Sox worship and "Bush is destroying the planet"-type stuff. So now that it's pretty much as far as I am going to take it, can you guys head over and tell me if there's anything you'd add (links, features, etc.) or any design/usage/readability changes you'd make? I'm not promising I'll do what you want, but I am very flexible, and I appreciate getting a new set of eyes looking at it. Thanks!

Alan Shawn Feinstein delivered to me today the most sacred of all of his possessions - his precious collection of almighty and everlasting sea creechiz (established in nointeen sixty noin). While many do not recognize their value, ASF and I have a special connection. The most important items in the museum are: Cank (the rock), sacred green pendant (formerly a Heineken bottle, also seen in Lord of the Rings (?)), the elusive blue iridescent scrap, and shiny the wishing stone. These were delivered to me with the promise that they would bring me great fawtunes one day. I must tell their story but share them with no one. His last words to me were "Now, they all have magical sea creecha powa and if you mess with me, ASF, I'll have my sea creachiz kick yaw ass."

Ever see the episode of West Wing where Leo calls up the NY Times crossword department to tell them they misspelled Qaddafi? Someone should get on the horn to the online crossword people to tell them #20 across is obviously wrong. edogg brings this to my attention: Tsk tsk.

This is cool, via the indispensible Friday Shotgun Full of Links. "The Rasterbator is a web service which creates huge rasterized pictures out of relatively small image files. The pictures can be assembled into extremely cool looking posters up to 5 meters in size!" Check out what other people have done with it. I want to point out that Em was way ahead of this little innovation, using only Photoshop to turn this picture into a pretty sizable poster in the same manner as the rasterbator. And that was over a year ago! Of course, I think the whole thing is in a pile on her bedroom floor now... I have quite a few pictures I'm going to try this out with. UPDATE: Here's my first go at it: