Casualty of oil.

God help me - he was goin' home in June.

OMFG! WIND TURBINES, DEAD AHEAD!!!

Allegory - with a subtle message.

*Hysterical battered woman runs into police station.*

WOMAN: Help me! My husband followed me here and he wants to kill me!

POLICE: Excuse me lady, no pushing in.

WOMAN: Please, you have to help. *turns* Oh my God he's right outside waiting, I'm so glad I got here in time.

POLICE: Yes, your husband isn't the only one waiting, we have a whole lot of people waiting patiently in a line, outside to get statutory declarations, to ask for directions, for conjugal visits, as well as volunteers for the police line-ups. We can't play favorites to people seeking some kind of asylum, people demanding instant justice. We are very busy, you will have to wait in the queue like everyone else. Next please.

WOMAN: What? I don't understand, he.. he's got a knife and he's had too many drugs.

POLICE: That's not our problem, wait in the queue outside and when it's your turn, we will process you in an orderly fashion. Honestly, I'm getting sick of you queue-jumpers. Just because of a little life-or-death situation you think you can push in? Newsflash - we don't care! Impatient people deserve to die. Security - remove this lady from the premises. Next please.

Your Anium

If Howard is in bed with the red's under the bed - where is he in relation to the bed? Is there a secondary bed under the initial bed? Are we talking about bunks? Or nuclear bunkers?

I, for one, am particularly glad that the poor uranium can be freed from the earth that has, quite frankly, abducted and detained it like some sort of Chinese Christian.

Free the uranium!

To the full

Recently, someone I know has moved interstate, away from friends and family, to a place where they do not know anyone, to a place of fairly recent riots (no, the 2004 ones), notorious for violence and poverty, a place with one of the highest crime rates in the state, all factors that made the person quite anxious, in order to get a job. This coveted job, is a full-time factory assembler job - a precious rarity.

Haunting.

Further pr0n developments in the revenue model department.

From my God-aweful electronic commerce textbook I'm forced to read by the inflexible bureaucrats at the university (not that I'm bitter at having to read business-related garbage):

"Digital Contect Revenue Models:

Firms that own intellectual property or rights to that property have embraced the Web as a new and highly efficient distribution mechanism... As was the case for other technologies, such as VCRs and subscription cable television, many of the eary commercial users of Web technology were dealers in adult-themed entertainment material. Many of the first profitable sites on the Web were sellers of adult digital content."

It's called pornography, don't freakin' sugar-coat it.