How Long Until They Have A Show on Comedy Central?

I haven’t had anything to say about the latest mil-faker to be stupid in his smears against those who serve proudly (and get his ass fact-checked), because there are far more competent (and connected) people to write about that. But I just had to bring up this release from an Army spokesperson. You know, I think they’re develping a sense of humor.

Of course, the line about “go into the Army or go to jail” is vintage TV script not heard since the 1960s. There are also numerous wear and appearance issues with the Soldier’s uniform — a mix of foreign uniforms with the sleeves rolled up like a Marine and a badly floppy tan beret worn like a pastry chef.

The only way it could have been funnier is if he’d said, “like a Fwench pastry chef.”

Adrian Garcia: Councilmember at-Large for Illegal Aliens-at-Large

Yesterday’s arguments over city funding the day care day labor Center for Illegal Alien Employement reached a new low with this winner from Adrian Garcia.

“If you were unable to produce the necessary documents that would allow someone to employ you right now, would you see it as favorable to be put in the category of an illegal alien?� asked Garcia.

Non sequitor. If I am unable to produce the “necessary documents”, they’re still on file in Austin and Washington. That’s a hell of a lot different from not having them in the first place. My rights aren’t dependant on whether I carry a piece of paper; they’re dependant on the FACT that I am a US citizen and follow the law, as did my grandparents when they emigrated to the U.S.

I wish I’d been there when he said that, but it’s probably a good thing I wasn’t. They’d probably frown over a city employee losing his temper and yelling at a council member. In a just world, Garcia would go down in the primaries of the next election. However, being a Democrat, I’m sure that he’ll have enough support from voters (both live and dead, citizen or otherwise) to easily cruise to victory.

h/t to Bloghouston

Film clip here.

Dance, Dance, Dancing Machine

Why no, I don’t think fans are getting completely obsessed with a show that hasn’t even been officially translated and marketed in Region 1. By the way, I should be downloading ep. 8 tonight.

Comment by wontaek | 2006/04/21 at 04:58:07
revised forcast. Over/under for the date when someone starts the Church of Haruhi: May 1st.

It was over.

Edit: thanks to YouTube, here’s the show’s, ah, energetic ending, with translations. Whomever recorded this has the same aspect problems I once did, so it’s distorted.

Update: Ok, now I’ve watched the episode, and even if it’s not as insanely funny as many of the others — Kyon’s sarcasm is definately lacking here — the series continues to intrigue because of all the mysteries. What happened in the cave? Did Haruhi make a change? And what’s with the mole on Kyon’s neck? I dont’ believe that’s just a red herring. Of course, with this bunch, you never know. And when is that talking cat from the first episode going to show up? From what I’m reading on the web, the studio only committed to 14 episodes. I don’t think they expected it to be such a runaway hit in the otakusphere.

Just a Little Catching Up (and a lot of water)

While I’ve been relaxing with anime lately (and dealing with the Hou-Mom’s chemo), there’s been a lot of other things going on with this fair city. I don’t have to tell you to head over to BlogHouston and play catch up do I?

Tom Bazan’s efforts to watchdog Metro on the stray current issue are keeping their feet to the fire. Also, the City of Houston tries, and fails, to avoid trial over failing to notify people that they may be living in hazardous homes.

The IDF messed up and took this guy alive, so no pizza for joo!

Our new friends from New Orleans learn that we may not have enough police to handle accidents, but if we do happen to catch you for murder, you’re going to spend time cooling your heels. Don’t worry though, if you get the needle, the Chron is worrying over how much it will hurt. No word on when they’ll demand a local anesthetic so the condemned criminal poor, unfortunate soul won’t feel the prick of the needle. God knows, it takes an anesthetic to read most of the Bozonicle these days. Two shots of Jack Danials Black Label usually does it.

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DearS(lave)

DearS (that’s “Dear S”, not “dearz”), is one of those guilty pleasures that come along once in a while. It makes me wish I were still young enough to enjoy the ridiculously over-sexed humor, without thinking about what’s being “said” here. It’s not as braindead as Girls’ High, nor as pretentious as Chobits, and those are good things. The writers clearly set out to have fun by creating a piece of sexy fluff, but there are two problems: first they thought it would be funny to have an oversexed teacher and a gratuitous Don Juan running around. Second, there’s a few gaps in logic; this is not a show with “refrigerator moments” because it expects you to crank up the suspension of disbelief to somewhere near “ludicrous speed;” the illogic isn’t going to wait on a trip to the refrigerator.

While the second problem is merely eye-rolling, the first one makes the show uncomfortable at times. The writers barrelled right across delicate ground at full throttle with the clear attitude that “if it bothers you, go watch something else.”

One year ago, a spaceship with (supposedly) 150 aliens crashed into Tokyo bay. The passengers, called “DearS” (translated as “beloved friend”), were mostly female, human-looking and very beautiful — and almost all teenagers. Apparently, we’re just supposed to accept that the alien society that they come from is populated by people just as human as we are. (And judging from the, er, compatible plumbing, they have the same urges.) They quickly learned the Japanese language and customs, and were granted citizenship. At the opening of the story, many are being sponsored for home-stay in various households. The male lead is Takeya Ikuhara, who is probably the only guy in his school who isn’t DearS crazy — especially given that one is coming to their school soon. Takeya lives alone (it’s explained why later), and the closest he’s got to a girlfriend is the meganekko/childhood friend/landlord’s daughter, Nenneko. As much as he bothers thinking about the DearS, he doesn’t trust them; he thinks they’re probably really lizards here to enslave humanity (again, it’s explained why later). In general, Takeya is pretty rough around the edges. He works at a video store, where he sneaks out the adult vids for his friends — and gets decked for it by the manager.

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Websurfing at Work?

Well, the City of Houston doesn’t have stock to short, but I keep wondering how long until someone decides to crack down on the net at work.

From the Chicago Tribune:

Companies are starting to ban Web access, block instant messaging services to squash discreet conversations among chatty co-workers and prohibit employees from watching sporting events on their computers.

At Ward’s Downstate hospital, Internet access for nurses and other staff is severely restricted. Only a few employees can even use the hospital’s e-mail system to send a personal note, and they cannot use Internet-based e-mail systems, such as Gmail or Hotmail.

At one point, Ward even blocked access to the Google search engine, but he has since rescinded that policy, even though many of the Web sites that a search query will return cannot be accessed.

I think Glenn Reynolds puts it well:

Sell your stock in companies with policies like this one. The management is obviously stupid, and the only employees likely to stay, long-term, in the face of this kind of a policy are those who can’t get a job someplace else, someplace where the management is brighter than a bag of hammers

Damn Glenn, you don’t have to strike so close to home, you know?

Why Loilcons Aren’t Funny

In passing, I’ve touched on the issue of perversity in animĂ© before. In hentai (animĂ© porn), you expect a lot of it, but too many times, non-hentai shows will step over the line into treating pre-teens as sexual objects. In part, this is a cultural difference in Japan, which is facinated with youth; an unmarried female of 26 would be called “Christmas cake” (as in, no one wants to eat the leftovers after Christmas) and considered over the hill. It’s not uncommon for adult women to dress and act like teenagers; it’s considered sexy there.

(I mean, you can buy a high school girl’s used underwear from vending machines in Japan. No, I’m not making that up. A part of me wishes we’d had that when I was in high school; it was about the only way I was going to get into any of those stuck-up . . . . Ahem. Never mind.)

But just like our television reflects American society and mores, only exaggerated, Japanese TV does the same thing for theirs. So, with that kind of fixation, it’s not surprising that there are a number of series that suddenly start treating pre-teen kids as sex objects, just out of the blue. It’s not an integral part of the plot, it’s just there. Usually the character is a foil for the hero (although s/he is not necessarily the villian) and it’s played for laughs, but to American sensibilities, such can be painful to get through. Examples: Yumeria, Kiddie Grade, and Azumanga Daioh

There’s even one series where it is a major story element, involving a female teacher marrying her student in order to keep it a secret that she’s a space alien (Please Teacher!, although now we’re stepping into the realm of teenagers). Seems like that’s complicating the hell out of things. But while the actual loli’s are played for laughs in some series (like Yumeria), I’m just finding it less and less funny. Why? Because it’s hard to laugh at the reality:


Teacher accused of sexually assaulting 14-year-old student

This is “old” news locally, but I’m doing a bit of catching up, and this caught my eye.

A substitute teacher is facing charges of sexual assault of a child. Police say the man assaulted a 14-year-old Milby High School student on three separate occasions.

Thing is, she didn’t report it, but some other girls stepped forward to complain about how he acted towards them. KTRK never quite explains how the case got from “pervert” to “statutory rapist” but one can assume that one or more of the other girls was aware of what was going on.

Another group of girls came forward to high school administrators saying that the teacher had been rude to them. They released a tirade of complaints against him.

“To (a student) it seemed that this teacher would confront her in private, or confront her in the halls, trying to groom her, basically, and to get into a sexual relationship,” explained Jeanette Perales with the HPD Juvenile Sex Crimes unit. “Many of the students came forward and stated that this teacher, in their words, was a pervert.”

Then there’s another story out of Fort Bend.

Investigators say a former teacher’s aide in Fort Bend County crossed the line. They say he had sex with two students at his high school. Regardless of their age or whether or not anyone consented, police say the former teacher’s aide broke the law by having sex with students.

Mike Harvey with the Fort Bend ISD police said, “I think Mr. Martin took advantage of a situation that he shouldn’t have.” Harvey says he can prove Martin had sex three times with two girls. One girl was 17 years old and the other was 18 years old. “None of the incidents occurred on campus,” Harvey said. “We don’t have any allegations that that’s the case. But they did occur in a neighborhood that’s nearby.”

Ok, I have to roll my eyes at that one. It’s obviously aggravated circumstances that there was a school in the neighborhood where he was screwing a student. To be thorough (I don’t want to say “fair”), teenagers aren’t pre-teens, and at 17 or 18, now we’re getting to the point where people are more likely to shrug and go, “oh, come on, 18 is an adult, and 17 is damn near.”

“Grass on field! Play ball!” (Now that’s ecchi.)

Somehow, I don’t think the parents of the girls involved would say that. And they’d be right not to.

Authorities say Martin used his position of authority to seduce the young women. Under the law, that’s an allegation of an improper relationship between an educator and a student. Martin faces three such charges.

“This seems to be happening so often now that we’ve almost become numb to it,” said parent Darrell Robertson.

That’s something to remember the next time you’re tempted to laugh at someone yelling “ecchi!” in animĂ©. (He says, just before popping in DVD2 of DearS, which has a very inappropriate relationship going on that doesn’t even have anything to do with the main plot. Edit: finally watched all the way through. Turns out the guy is an upperclassman, not a teacher.)

Teaching is harder than it used to be. It’s more politicized, more bureaucratic, and more difficult. The result is that teachers tend to burn out within a few years, and move on. When I was in high-school, teachers tended to be old wrinkled old women and bald men–except for the coaches. Nowadays, the teachers are highly likely to be MILF’s. (Warning: link NSFW!) Worse, now the “old-timers” with 30+ years of experience are not around to ride herd on younger ones they think might be about to make a mistake.

Something else to think on is this. Recently, I had a conversation with several co-workers, ranging in age from 23 to 50. Of six people at the table, four had teachers in either their own or their kids’ high school or junior high either arrested or suddenly transferred due to “inappropriate relationships.” And in a fifth case, everyone suspected, but there was never enough evidence to make an open accusation. (That teacher’s contract was not renewed for the next year, however.)

Those are disturbing odds, and the time span suggests that it’s not a recent problem, by any means. Sometime after I get through playing with the page setup, I’m going to do a full review of DearS–and it will have more cheesecake of that very inappropriate teacher. (Not like I’m fourteen, after all….)

Update 6/5/06: Once more, with feeling.

Thanks, Geneon

Random pet peeve of the moment: CyberLink’s Power DVD has a strange feature when interacting with Geneon’s release of DearS: Individual episodes are not treated as such in the progress bar. The entire disk (well, the episodes, not the extras) is treated as one show. This makes it extremely hard to reach a specific time index by clicking on the bar. I suspect it’s Geneon’s fault, since no other DVD’s I have exhibit this behavior.

As for DearS itself, I’ll have more to say later. I found it more tolerable than Chobits, although it shared a couple of the same flaws. But I was really creeped out by that teacher. Sorry, I don’t care how stupid the principal is, no one is going to tolerate a teacher that rolls around on the desk in lingerĂ© and has her students read lurid novels in class.


No, the resemblance to the picture on the book isn’t an accident. Apparently she moonlights as a nude model and porn star. Given that, I’m surprised that neither Takeya nor Oihiko have seen her in any of the porno vids or magazines. I’m also surprised that there’s enough text in such a book for it to be used in English lessons, but I guess it’s the kind without pictures. I’ve heard they still make those….

I have a related post (much more serious) already scheduled for tomorrow.

Spam Update

Akismet now installed. Let’s see how much crap gets through it I’ve had 529 spam comments in the last few days. Moderation duties were bad enough, but deleting the damned notice e-mails was driving me nuts.

Update 5/22: It’s rocking so far. Caught about 300 spam comments with about 5% false negatives and no false positives. The negatives land in the usual moderation queue and I delete them from there.

Slow Posting, the Explanation

If either one of my readers is still with me at this point, you may have noticed that my posting has been really slow lately, and I haven’t had much to say on several key stories that have hit the news. Unfortunately, life is conspiring to constrict my blogging time rather badly right now. When I blog about local issues, I try to do a bit of research as I prepare the post. I check other area blogs, scroll through all the local media contacts, look back into my own posts and sometimes those of other blogs, looking for key points that need to be linked.

Why do I do that? I mean, I could (and have) posted stories that are little more than spur-of-the-moment rants, but I’m not so egotistical as to think you’re coming here just to see lil’ ol’ me piss and moan about whatever’s annoyed me lately. The blog actually started out to be exactly that — but I had hardly begun putting electrons on the screen before a little something got in the way.

My vanity. If you were to mutter the words “ego reinforcement” about now, I wouldn’t disagree. I don’t think I’m the next Instapundit (or even TBIFOC) when I see more than 100 visitors in a day (insert roll of eyes here), but blogging is an inherently egotistical experience: the writer naturally thinks his or her words have value and are worth sharing. If we still had an old-fashioned 19th century agrarian society, we’d be the loud guy in the corner of the tavern holding forth on anything and everything. Put two of us in the same tavern, and we’d be the village’s entertainment as we argued back and forth every night.

So I wanted my words to have value, and that meant picking and choosing them with at least some care, rather than just dashing off whatever came to mind first. I am given to endlessly editing, changing the entire structure of an argument as I go, and sometimes, as I argue around a point, I find that I’ve ended up on the opposite side from where I’ve started. It’s happened more than once. Then there’s finding out that I’ve wandered off the point for three paragraphs that I need to delete and/or save for the future.

The second thing came a bit later. I began to realize, as my focus shifted from the War on Terror to more local matters, that I have a fairly unique opportunity and ability. As an insider, I have a view of the inner workings of the City of Houston, and can perform two vital functions: first, I can assist citizens with understanding their goverenment and the context in which various decisions are being made. This is something our local media is terribly lax about (though I’ve noticed some improvement lately. . . ) Second, I have a (small) bully pulpit, from which I can push for changes that I think will be beneficial for the city as a whole, not just one little interest group. Satisfying these two goals is the most time-consuming of all the things that go into this blog. I can’t just say “I think city employees should receive a raise!” I have to show why I think we should, the consequences of failing to do so, and sometimes anticipate counter-arguments. This means more research and linkage to make my point.

In brief, to have my words be taken seriously by you, the reader, I have to add value to my posts. And that brings me to my third reason/motivation for quality blogging: material reward. (Waiting for the laughter to die down….) Now I’m not under the impression that I’m going to make a fortune, nor do I believe that there’s a lot of people out there who will make a rush to hit my tip jar or buy me something off my wish list because they have more money than sense–even if I engaged in cyber-begging. But I have some plans in that regard which will be announced soon, and for them to work out, I need readers. “It’s a numbers game” is a truism that means I have to give my readers some value, a reason to show up. And a reason to send a link to their friends, to tell them to show up.

So the second and third reasons mean I have to blog well and informatively, while the first one means I won’t really respect myself if I don’t. Or it all means I’m just neurotic.

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The Envelope, Please

And the award for “Most Gratuitous Use of the Word ‘Innocent'” goes to . . .

(rip, tear, rustle, crackle…)

KTRK, Channel 13, for their lede, The Houston Police Department’s only outdoor firing range has been shut down over concerns that a bad shot could hit an innocent person.”

In passing, we’d like to note that Chief Hurtt has given this award the acronym “M.G.U.W.I.”

Unrelated “News”

Hundreds of empty glue containers found outside mayor’s window.

No relation between those stories at all. Nope. Fortunately, I can’t think of any way a crony or contributor could be making money off this plan, so it’s going nowhere. Well, no way except by selling the motorbikes. And uniforms. And ancillary equipment. And Safe Tows.

Anyway, I don’t see the point in giving them transport. Just let them ride the Danger Train and wait. Business is brisk, right?

Spam, Spam, Spammity-Spam

In order to prevent my comments from being filled with spam, I require users to register and have their first comment approved by me. After that first comment is approved, then the poster can comment freely, subject to my deciding they are about as smart as a city of Houston council member and deleting their drivel. (No one has been that stupid yet, but then I don’t expect Carol Alvarado to show up and start the Houblog fan club anyway.)

So yesterday I noticed that I had eight comments waiting to be approved. Eight? I’ve had four, when I was too lazy to check for a few days, but eight? Ah, a spam-bot has found me, I bet. I looked, and sure enough, it’s all gambling, porn, insurance, loans, and drugs, etc., all from different IP’s. Mass delete, “You are the weakest link, goodbye!”

So then this morning, the genius computer that managed to do so much for its products the day before decided to crap on my site to the tune of 61 messages.

Mass delete. Sigh. I say we take off and nuke the server from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.

Update, 15:35: and another 108 just sent to the bit bucket. This is getting tiresome. If you’re commenting on any of the articles and don’t see it appear, I apologize, but I just don’t have time to view every single post in detail. I just whiz through them, and if yours doesn’t stand out from the spam, it gets nuked.

Gomeh.

Edit: And stay tuned over the next week, as I’ve got a special surprise coming up.

Update 5/19/06: and another 100+ today. I know there’s a solution, but I just haven’t had time to look it up and implement it.

The Perils of Being a Civil Servant and Anime Fan

Last night I dreamed that Belldandy showed up with a citizen complaint. She looks awfully cute when she’s distressed, but I really hope we were able to solve her complaint before Urd and Skuld showed up to “help.” The dream didn’t get that far, alas.

Edit: the nature of the complaint would give away my exact office, almost to the desk, or I’d tell it here. All I can say is that it’s hilarious, given that she’s a Norse goddess that is supposed to go around dispensing wishes for the big guy. (And no, I don’t mean Odin!)

Police OT: Don’t Question Mah A-thor-i-tie!

Back on the 6th, I wrote that the lawyers were firing back at the cops in the “blame game� over how much OT some officers were racking up, claiming that they were the ones manipulating the system, not the lawyers. Well, it looks like the evidence is with the sharks lawyers on this one. A memo has surfaced from a senior officer, informing Chief “Acronym� Hurtt that officers are manipulating the system to get more OT. And it’s in such a simple way, I have to wonder why no one saw it coming. Or maybe if.

Officers, who get overtime when they testify in court outside their regular shifts, typically are assigned one day a week to attend Municipal Court, and the tickets they write are set for hearings on that day.

[Captain Michael] Luiz’s memo didn’t concern how many officers testify in trials. Rather, it raised an alarm about officers working with others they knew had different assigned court days so they could get more overtime. The memo described the system by which officers pair up with others assigned different court days.

“They then issue citations and place both officers’ names on each other’s citations as witnesses,” Luiz wrote. “This scheme allows officers to attend court everyday of the week.”

Was this costing the city money? You betcha.

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