Don't Back Down

I've really been very happy with Site5 since moving to them nearly a year ago. So happy, in fact, that I've signed up for another year (I took advantage of that special offer I mentioned earlier). The service is excellent, and the service just works.

But in other cool news, I stumbled across the Site5 Engineering Team Blog the other day, a planet that aggregates content from several different blogs located around the net.

Nothing earth-shattering to be found within (though there are some screenshots of the Flashback function), but it's just cool to see them talking with the community, and in turn to see the company make customers aware of that fact. Nice touch.

Politics and money shouldn't go together. I think that a large part of the problem is that the politicians spend money like it isn't theirs. And a huge percentage of it isn't. But the even larger problem is that people don't seem to get that. They want the government to do this or build that and all the while, they are the ones who have to fund those payments.

I don't understand that disconnect, or how to get that message across to those who don't understand that the government is not a money-printing machine. It's a money-recyclying machine, and the money being recycled is ours. Sure, we are "paid" a certain amount of money, but a large part of that paycheck will never be seen by us.

In another strange occurence, when the big oil companies rake in large profits, they have somehow done something wrong. When companies are referred to as "business", there is a reason for doing so. No one is in the business of going broke (except perhaps the US government).

Yet when GM loses $1.5 billion, no one is crying out for them, and demanding that they be paid money so they don't go broke. You figure it out.

If you don't read Pearls Before Swine, you should. It's a bit uneven, and sometimes goes a few days or weeks without anything really enjoyable, but yesterday's strip was awesome.

JoJo the Gator has become a radio talk-show host. When he hits a patch of dead air, he starts to wing it, asking if the caller wears pants. His response is classic: "Me no wear pants. It feel guuuuud".

Even better is a little family tie-in, where when dinner is especially tasty, we say "It's good - G-U-D". Don't ask. I don't know how these things start.