To Wordpress. This is the old stuff, and all the pictures have sadly disappeared. I managed to get an enormous directory file on my harddrive with them but to have them connected with the words here is somehow beyond me.
Anyway - if you want the more updated version of the life and times of me, please kindly redirect yourself to:
www.felyne.com
There are cookies (but no milk, what are you, Santa?).
So last Friday a good friend of mine sent me an IM to say they weren't sure how they felt about the Amanda Knox verdict and included a link to a news article.
This was the first I'd ever heard about anyone named Amanda Knox, and from the article it sounded like a guilty person had been found so in an Italian court of law. A bit of teenage teenagerness gone horribly wrong. Still, my good friend is very sane and rational (for the most part) so I was curious as to why they would be so unsure about something which was written so clear cut.
So I did what I do.
And now I'm just even more aggravated with the modern day media than I was before. Has journalism really died? Personally I gave up watching news years ago because of the blatant subjectivity, but a small part of me still hoped there was at least a basis of truth left. So much for that.
So anyway, it become very clear very quickly that the only reporting on the Amanda Knox case is purely subjective. Even those who claim to be objective are confused with the concept - let me clear that up: removing the important facts that make your subjective article appear objective is not actually being objective, it only looks that way.
I keep digressing, sorry.
So there are two distinct sides to the Amanda Knox case: The For and The Against. The For will subjectively tell you that there is not a shred of evidence to tie her to the crime scene. The Against will tell you the evidence is overwhelming. Both post very convincing arguments because they only tell you the information that supports their argument. Let me give you an example:
The For will argue that there is no evidence to tie her to the crime scene, without telling you the police interrupted her cleaning her apartment with bleach the morning after the murder. That's a pretty key point to conveniently leave out.
The Against will argue that she and her boyfriend were high on drugs the night of the murder, without telling you the drug she had smoked was marijuana. I be specific on that point because reports of a person being violent under the influence of it are all but non-existant.
The For will argue that there was absolutely no DNA from Amanda Knox found at the crime scene, without telling you the crime scene was the victim's room in an apartment that she shared with five other girls. It seems particularly odd to me that none of her DNA was found in the room. Having lived with roommates in the past it is incredibly hard not to get your DNA everywhere.
The Against will argue that Amanda Knox's DNA was found on a knife handle, with the victim's DNA found on the tip, without telling you that knife blade is not consistent with the reported wounds and the victim's DNA sample is marginal.
The list is extensive.
I'm not claiming the above are facts, it is only the information I've gathered from various reports on the net. The facts, from initial searching, elude me.
So now that we've ascertained that the reporting on the case is terribly subjective, the second and more important point to note is that regardless of any evidence (or lack thereof) this has all happened in Italy and their law applies. If they do not require evidence, they do not require evidence. If they wish to hold a person for two years without trial, they will hold a person for two years without trial. It is naive to expect the laws of her home country to apply... but on that note, that brings me to my post title..
LET'S DO A DEAL.
There is a man, Roman Polanski, and his home country laws are a little different to the laws of a country he committed a crime in, and that country wants him back so they can sentence him accordingly, but his home country doesn't want to give him up.
There is a girl, Amanda Knox, and her home country laws are a little different to the laws of a country she committed a crime in, and that country has sentenced her accordingly, and her home country wants her back.
Both home countries argue that crime was not committed. Both offended countries argue it was. And it just so happens that his home country and her offended country, and his offended country and her home country are almost the same, so I propose that the two home countries do a swap. Him for Her.
Deal? Can we shake hands now and call it square?
This is what we're like, and although Taubin's isn't quite that furry and keeps his whiskers a little shorter, he's still my sweet little white fluffy little ball.
Hat tip to Wildrun!
Look! There goes another one!
Now the more curious of you will have clicked that link and fallen right into my trap.... mwahaha. Alright, not so much a trap as "my new blog that I'm test driving". See, that doesn't have the same exciting connotation as Trap at all.
So, after five years of being here on Typepad, I'm considering upping my stakes and moving on over to Wordpress. "Why?" *gasp* I hear you exclaim in shock and awe, well let me tell you (yeah, like I wasn't going to give you an essay about this)...
Well you see. The reason why I'm here on the NotFree version is because I wanted the ability to customise the look of the blog however I saw fit, and Wordpress doesn't have that same ability, as much as their "1400 different designs to choose from' would lead you to believe. No, it appears that this extremely simple yet surprising elusive design is a particular level of cool that manages to evade those 1400 designer's grasp. See, I'm a type of cool that you just can't learn from a text book (it takes years of mental instability).
Typepad has been extremely good to me during my quaint little blog's life. It's been there, through the hard times and the fun times, through the flying fur and the contented purring (referring to Oliver and Booti and in that order). But I'm not the blogger I once was (appropriate blame should be passed to Taubin for that), and I can't now justify the hosting fee for something I just don't get the same amount of pleasure out of, and the customised design no longer hold that value for me. Also, they're constantly changing their layout and format and well, as much as I like change, I don't and it's annoying me. And it doesn't play nice with the iphone so I can't 'blog on the go' like all the cool kids are doing.
So it's over to Freebie Wordpress for me. Please don't hate on the rubber stamped design too much, it's beyond my control. I did the best with what I had. And you'll hurt it's feelings.
And, that's the story. Shall I read you another?
My hair, or more specifically the curls in my hair, are annoying me.
And by "Presidential" I mean Weather.
One of the ideas I'm thinking of, seeing as all but one last inane drop of enthusiasm to blog has left me, is to move to flickr and have a photo blog.
That is the only logical conclusion I find myself at.
I blame Taubin, so if you're most unhappy with the apparent lack of blogging, I say gather up your pitchforks and let's have a good old fashioned angry village mobbing!
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, oh, into the dark.Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
(and for the nonAmerican readers, a 401K is a retirement plan - I'm not exactly sure why, maybe $401,000 is the magic number you need to have before you can click through the turnstyle of the magical roundabout that is retirement).
Little Pierre has been badgering me for quite a while about Disneyland. "We're only an hour's drive away, why haven't we been yet" and "I want to go to Disneyland, take me to Disneyland" and "everyone else gets to go to Disneyland but me, why don't you love me enough to take me to Disneyland" and then it turned to threats; "Take me to Disneyland or I'm going to mix your coloured laundry in with your whites and turn your shirts pink". Knowing my extreme dislike for pink (the colour, not the singer) I succumbed and last weekend we went.
I expect you will now berate me as a hypocrite and shout the name Turncoat with harsh callousness in my direction, and I put my hand up and plead guilty as charged.