I fired this off today to the Chairman of NBC over the censorship of the Veggie Tales cartoon series: 

This is total bullshit.  Authorities in Hawaii have arrested Duane “Dog” Chapman, his son Leland and his associate, Timothy on charges of kidnapping.  This over Dog’s capture of fancy-pants rich-boy, Andrew Luster, convicted rapist and heir to the Max Factor fortune.

Apparently, Mexican authorities tried to force Chapman to turn over Luster to them so they could steal all the credit (and, presumably, Dog’s bounty) for Luster’s capture.  The Chapman’s were arrested in Mexico and posted bond, never to return.  The U.S., however, has an extradition treaty with Mexico, which apparently only works when the “criminal” in question is an American… not the other way around, as often seems to be the case.

FREE DOG!  And, the Federal Judge in Honolulu who signed the arrest warrant is a total fucktard.

Hmmm… I used to have one of those nifty little guestbooks for people to sign.  Sadly, the only people who ever wanted to sign it always seemed to be selling something.  Oddly enough, they also almost always seemed to be from places like Malaysia, Korea, China, Russia or somewhere in the Middle East.  You know… countries of real virtue and honor.  Yeah, right.

Suffice it to say, that I check my server logs regularly and habitually ban IP ranges from those countries whenever they appear to be trying to access things they have no business trying to access.  Tonight, however, I get a new one… Iran.  Why would anybody in Iran want to sign and/or spam my guestbook?  (My guess is the latter, of course.)

First off, I didn’t just look at the IP address and think to myself, “Oh, that’s Iran.”  I use a Network Lookup tool to fish that sort of stuff out.  So, anyway, here is the IP:  217.174.16.30

Wow, now that’s interesting…

inetnum:  217.174.16.0 - 217.174.20.255
netname:  NIOC-NET
descr:  National Iranian Oil Company
country:  IR
admin-c:  AA1143-RIPE
tech-c:  AHG2-RIPE
tech-c:  AHR
status:  ASSIGNED PA
mnt-by:  NIOC-MNT
source:  RIPE # Filtered

National Iranian Oil Company?  Far out.  If you check the IP using Network Tools, you’ll notice there are some interesting contact persons associated with it. 

person:  Amir Hassan Rasti
address:  Institute for Studies in Theoretical Physics
address:  and Mathematics (IPM)

Theoretical Physics? Now, what on earth are these knuckleheads up to? Selling Viagra? 

Hey, Ali, Amir G. and Amir R., consider yourselves BANNED!

On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it.

Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. “I’m too young to die,” she wails.

Then she yells, “Well, if I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel Like a WOMAN?”

For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.

Then a cowboy from Texas stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. One button at a time…

No one moves…

He removes his shirt…

Muscles ripple across his chest…

She gasps…

He whispers…

“Iron this…then get me a beer.”

The team that creates the Sci Fi channel’s Battlestar Galactica will be posting “webisodes” in the time leading up to the season premiere in October.  It’s a great show… dark, sexy… not your average science fiction program.  Check it out!