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Internal tracking

Last week, Katherine paid us a visit around 1 a.m. Margie eventually took her back to her room, but had to leave the light on. Around 4:30, Margie got up…

Last week, Katherine paid us a visit around 1 a.m. Margie eventually took her back to her room, but had to leave the light on.

Around 4:30, Margie got up and decided to turn off Katherine’s light, so that she’d sleep in longer.

No Katherine. No Katherine in the bed.

No Katherine under the bed.

No Katherine in the closet.

No Katherine on the guest bed.

No Katherine curled up on the floor nexst to our bed.

Margie was just about to wake me up in a panic, when she decided to check downstairs first. And there Katherine was, sleeping on the sofa.

When asked, later, it was just that she wanted to go downstairs.

“Well, Kitten, Mommy was really worried when she checked on you and didn’t know where you were.”

“Well I knew where I was.”

Well, when you explain it that way …

Words mean things

Doyce sat down opposite to me and, looking me in the eye, solemnly said, “I need to tell you that we mean something very different by a particular word.” It…

Doyce sat down opposite to me and, looking me in the eye, solemnly said, “I need to tell you that we mean something very different by a particular word.”

It was a vaguely surreal. I immediately tried to figure out what was going on. Had I made a gaffe somewhere? Posted something that had been taken amiss? Screwed up somewhere big-time?

Nah. He went on to explain, I defined “zippy” a different way than he did.

When he uses the term “zippy” in reference to a car, it means that it has pep, pick-up, is lively and fun to drive.

When I use the term, he opined, it means that I want to moonlight as a gun-runner.

He then continued, smiling, rattling off the list of vehicles I’d mentioned test-driving and finding wanting in the “zippy” category, cars that they had decided had plenty of zip and pep and vim and vigor. Whereas now I was saying I’d found something “zippy” in the Impreza WRX, and they assumed that it was going to do some sort of Roadrunneresque roadway-flipping-up-as-I-drive-past thing.

He also noted that Jackie reglarly reported my passing her on C470 in the morning.

Well, harumph. I guess. And I only go 73 on C470, 8 mph over the posted speed limit.

But maybe I’ll let it creep up a little higher than that tomorrow morning. For the inaugural voyage, so to speak.

Zoom-zoom.

(title with apologies to Adam)

Comics, hark!

Been a while since the last round of reviews. Here’s a summary of what came in the bundle this week….

Been a while since the last round of reviews. Here’s a summary of what came in the bundle this week.

Continue reading “Comics, hark!”

The Car!

Got it. Made the phone calls, went in and signed the papers, and drove off the lot with the new car. Katherine is suddenly mixed about the whole thing. But…

Got it.

Made the phone calls, went in and signed the papers, and drove off the lot with the new car.

Katherine is suddenly mixed about the whole thing. But she’s in a Mommy vs. Daddy mode these days, anyway, so the Mommy’s Car Is Best meme is just part of that.

After all the rush to purchase, the final paper signing was lengthy and tedious. We financed through Subaru, which has a great deal at the moment. We also went with a 3 yr. loan, rather than the 5 yr., so our monthly payments will be higher — but not too much higher.

Of course, when you actually get in there, the price keeps slowly creeping up. Extended warranty. This, that, and the other thing. We didn’t get buffaloed into anything, I don’t believe (I trust Margie as my Reality Check on such stuff), but it was still a little annoying.

Still, Josh, the guy who handles fleet sales for Burt, is a nice guy, and I have no complaints about him. And doing the fleet sale thing meant no haggling, per se, which is certainly my least favorite thing in the world to do.

Drove straight down to the Testerfolks to show it off (Margie’s gaming there tonight), then back home, with enough darkness falling that I could see how the lighting went. The dimensions of the car are about that of the Saturn, so it fit in the garage just fine — after I gritted my teeth and got within two feet of the stuff along the side.

And after I put Kitten down, it will be time to start putting the floor mats and all that jazz in, and getting the car initially set up to live in.

To be followed with a thorough cleaning out of the Saturn, and final decision as to disposal.

But I got my new car. Huzzah!

UPDATE: The car reeks of various almost-certainly-not-good-for-you chemicals. New Car Smell on Crack. I had the back door to the garage open, and I found myself smelling it upstairs. Serious needs airing out.

The car engine area stays hot quite a while. Or gets very hot to begin with.

The rear cargo holder thingie is — weird. It sort of does what it’s supposed to (bits of netting and walls when deployed, folding down flat when not), but it sure doesn’t seem to fit the car right. Again, weird.

I love my new car. 🙂

Unsuited

On the one hand, any time you file a huge flurry of law suits, you’re bound to get a few erroneous targets in it. Of course, maybe that’s why shotgun…

On the one hand, any time you file a huge flurry of law suits, you’re bound to get a few erroneous targets in it. Of course, maybe that’s why shotgun and ill-researched suit-filing like that — especially by a powerful industry group, backed by outrageously broad laws, against private citizens — is probably a bad idea.

Blather has its own humorous observation, which I would quote here, but I’d end up quoting the whole thing, and that’s hardly fair use …

Reputation

During our business meeting in Pasadena in June, I got a reputation amongst my peer managers and my boss for being a bit fastidious in my copy editing. It was…

During our business meeting in Pasadena in June, I got a reputation amongst my peer managers and my boss for being a bit fastidious in my copy editing. It was decided that my secret super-hero identity was Too Many Commas Man, after my propensity for inserting commas into the stuff we were reviewing (mission statements, etc.).

This has become something of a running gag in e-mail threads in our group. Today, I mentioned it to my boss.

Me: I suppose there are worse reputations I could have.
Boss: Yup.
Me. I could be Too-Many-Colons Man.

Based on the coffee that came spewing across the wire and through my monitor, I think I amused him.

Katherine and the Kar

She’s all over it. She liked it when we test drove it some months back, and I think she liked how, ah, peppy it was during the test drive the…

She’s all over it. She liked it when we test drove it some months back, and I think she liked how, ah, peppy it was during the test drive the other evening.

She got over her initial desire for us to get the “cheesy mac” car (based on the color). Which is good, because they don’t do that color any more. She briefly reinstated the suggestion when she saw an ’03 at the lot on Tuesday, but seems to have gone back to her “grey” suggestion for Daddy — which fits in with silver just fine, I guess. Why she associates that color with Daddy, I decline to speculate, and would appreciate it if you didn’t, either.

Silver is much more distinguished than grey. Ahem.

For herself, she wants a “bootiful” car, preferably in pink and/or purple. Not yet, dear.

And then there are the lyrics to her “Daddy” song the other day.

Daddy, Daddy,
He’s so cool,
He wants to buy a cool car.

That’s my girl

And another one spits out the dust

Doctor Who returning? Dr Who is set to make a return to the BBC – but not for another two years. The show’s creators say the series is in the…

Doctor Who returning?

Dr Who is set to make a return to the BBC – but not for another two years. The show’s creators say the series is in the early stages of development and details of who will play the Time Lord will not be available for some time.
The new series will be written by Russell T Davies, creator of the Channel 4 drama Queer As Folk and the acclaimed ITV drama Second Coming.

Cool. Like most Americans, my exposure to the Doctor was mostly to Tom Baker’s long-scarfed incarnation, some bodies ago. And Jon Pertwee, too, of course, his predecessor. It was always a slightly-cheesy-but-usually-entertaining pleasure.

(via Ghost of a Flea)

How does this possibly, possibly make sense?

Every now and then you run across something that makes no sense. Absolutely none. It’s something that in a sane world would never happen, because it makes no sense. Okay,…

Every now and then you run across something that makes no sense. Absolutely none. It’s something that in a sane world would never happen, because it makes no sense.

Okay, I’m not talking about axe murders and torture chambers and other acts of cruel insanity. Those are ubiquitous enough, today, in the newspapers, and in the history books that, well, they are part of the sane world. Just not part that we care to dwell no much.

No, I’m talking about changing music and dialog in a two-decade-old TV show because of licensing fees.

Is just plum crazy, or what?

If you’ve watched “WKRP In Cincinnati” on the Comedy Network in Canada, or on TNN in the United States, or on the commercial videotapes released in 1998, then you may have noticed that some of the music has been changed. You may have also noticed some dialogue changes, as in one episode that now has a nonsense line (“Hold my order, terrible dresser”) replacing a quote from Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.” This page will try to explain what’s happened to the music on “WKRP,” and why. Originally, nearly all the music played on the show was real rock music by real artists, both in “WKRP”‘s CBS run and in the subsequent syndicated reruns. But in the last few years, a new package of “WKRP” episodes has been distributed, and much of the music has been replaced by generic instrumental music from a music library, or by sound-alike “fake” songs. Also, some of the dialogue has been redubbed by voice impersonators, usually when the actors were speaking over the music, but sometimes to remove references to songs that have been replaced.

Why, you may ask?

The simple answer is: Money. The reason WKRP was shot on videotape (unlike the other MTM sitcoms like “Bob Newhart” and “Mary Tyler Moore,” which were on film) was that it was the only way they could afford to use a lot of real rock songs on the show. At the time, ASCAP had a different licensing arrangement for taped shows than for filmed shows; licensing the music for WKRP cost something like half of what it would have cost had it been filmed.
Well, the music licenses expired by the time the show was being prepared for re-distribution in the mid-’90s, and by then ASCAP no longer had a “discount” for videotaped shows. Also by then, the cost of licensing songs had skyrocketed across the board. So it would have been prohibitively expensive for the distributor to re-license all the songs used on the show. They certainly could have done a better job of replacing the songs they couldn’t pay for, but it was inevitable that some of the songs would be gone due to rising costs, and that’s all there is to it.
Strangely enough, sometimes music has been replaced even when it was generic music to begin with! Generic music was occasionally used on the show, mainly for fake commercials, but since the new distributors probably no longer knew exactly where some of that generic music came from (and since even stuff from a music library has to be paid for), they frequently replaced it with generic music from their own music library. This of course is not as bad as replacing real music, but I’ll note it when it happens.

Did you know that TV shows pay fees to ASCAP when they have “real” music playing in the background? Did you know those fees are limited licenses that need renewal in the future?

In other words, whenever WKRP ran a real song, they paid a fee to ASCAP. Never mind that it was incidental music, lending verismilitude to a rock music radio station. Never mind that it was essentially a free advertisement to the music played (“Hey, this song is so popular and cool that it fits on a TV show about a rock music radio station — don’t you want to buy it?”).

No, ASCAP wanted money for it. And it wanted even more money for the reruns. Once the music was incorporated in the show, you’d think that, so long as it wasn’t extracted and used in other new productions, it would be part of the show. Nope. ASCAP continues to want its pound of flesh.

Indeed, it wanted so much money, that it was actually cheaper to gut the shows, replace music and dialog with generic crap, and use that for the syndication package.

And the winners here are … uh, folks who can sell bootleg copies of the original episodes with the original music.

Way to go, guys. And definitely what our Founding Fathers had in mind when they established copyright law in the Constitution. Definitely.

(via BoingBoing)

Warning! Warning!

Lost in Space returning? Variety scoops that the classic sci-fi series Lost in Space may be returning to TV. The trade says that Synthesis Entertainment, founded by Kevin Burns and…

Lost in Space returning?

Variety scoops that the classic sci-fi series Lost in Space may be returning to TV. The trade says that Synthesis Entertainment, founded by Kevin Burns and Jon Jashni, will partner with filmmaker John Woo and screenwriter Doug Petrie (Buffy, Angel) on the new series which is currently being shopped around to networks.

This could be so cool. Or it could so suck. But I gotta be there.

(via Doyce)

Racing to the end of an era

I don’t deal with change well. It’s not that it frightens me (per se), but it startles me. Even when it’s good change, if it happens faster than I’m expecting,…

I don’t deal with change well.

It’s not that it frightens me (per se), but it startles me. Even when it’s good change, if it happens faster than I’m expecting, I get … alarmed, I guess.

Just me. I like having accurate expectations.

So Tuesday night we were at the Subaru dealership.

Now, when I bought the Saturn, back at the end of ’94, I did some shopping with Margie, we had lengthy discussions about the best way to get a good deal (relative-in-law-to-be worked for Hughes, and so got a GM discount), we shopped some more, and, ultimately, the car was bought.

But I wasn’t even there for the closing. I don’t recall precisely why — I wasn’t (quite) yet in Denver, since I drove out in the Saturn, but I was absent. But since the car was formally bought by Ginger (see the discount thang above), I wasn’t there. I didn’t even get my Saturn Send-off (and Jim & Ginger gracefully declined, then ribbed me about it unmercifully for years).

And it took a long time from inception to finish.

When we bought the van back in 2000, it took a while, too. We shopped. We looked. We read up. We test drove. We pondered financing options. We looked into the CostCo thing. We made appointments. We ordered a car that was scheduled to be delivered a week or two later. It was a little late, but eventually arrived.

And it took a long time from inception to finish.

In many ways, the current car purchase feels like it’s going by at lightning speed. Sure, I’ve been talking about it for months, and I did research a while back, and we were steadily chipping away at the previous loan. But the “it’s never going to happen” sense seemed to turn around really quickly.

And there we were on the lot Tuesday, and …

… well, we couldn’t buy the car we wanted then and there because we needed to research the financing. But the sales guy was going to put a hold tag on it, and let us take it for a spin — except, it turned out it was still on the truck, being delivered.

“But you could pick it up this weekend.”

This weekend?

And then he called last night, saying it had arrived, and it might be ready Friday, but they had to fluid it up and make sure it was all okay.

Friday?!

No doubts, no second thoughts, no “What are we getting into?” panicking, but, jeez, it’s like running down to the store and just buying something. This is a car, fer gosh sakes. It should be a major, tortuous, lengthy, never-ending-until-that-final-triumphant-moment event.

Okay. I’m better now.

So along with the sense that events are hurtling forward at 0.9C, I’ve been having major attacks of the Nostalgies about the Saturn since Tuesday. Like …

Will I ever fill up the car again?
Will I ever drive it to the comic book store again?
Will I ever drive it to work again?

Yeah, silly, but in addition to being disexpecationally averse, I’m also a crazy romantic (just ask Margie). That Saturn marks some serious milestones in my life. It was the first Post-Divorce Car, and since it was also Pre-Marriage, it was the last My Car (ignoring the registration irregularities).

It was also the car that I drove out to Colorado (with Margie) in, and I bought it right about that time, so it’s tied heavily to my whole life and career here, which seems like Forever (in a good way).

It was the first car I had with power windows.

It’s probably the last car I’ll own with flip-up headlights (that being out of fashion these days, with daytime running lights being the new norm). I grew up at a time when that was the coolest thing around, a feature of true luxury and technological gee-whizery.

It’s also probably the last car I’ll own with an analog odometer (which, again romantically, is a shame — something about the odometer actually rolling over to a milestone is romantic as all hell).

And it’s the last car I’ll own that didn’t have a CD player. That last one is a good thing. When I bought the Saturn in late ’94, CD players were a higher-end option. Within a year, they were standard on everything. Meanwhile, I’m stuck between left-wing twaddle and right-wing ranting on the AM dial, and “drive-time” inanities on FM. The Subaru has a 6-CD in-dash player, which I’m looking forward to very much, thank you.

While I’m sure I’ll miss the Saturn’s dent-proof plastic siding, I won’t miss the accompanying light-weight “blow on me hard and I’ll spin around the wet highway” handling.

The Saturn is probably as close as I’ll ever get to something that looks like a sports car. Practicality and Margie’s good sense may let me get something that drives very sporty, but I’m unlikely to have something quite with the same lines as the Saturn.

Almost 90,000 miles worth of memories on that thing. And, like I said, I’m a romantic, and so get all soppy-eyed over that sort of thing. Is this the last time I’ll drive in here with Katherine in the car seat in back? Yeesh.

Ah, well. We’ll see. We may pick up the Subaru this afternoon (eep!). And, if we do, I’ve promised Margie that she can take it over to the D&D game tonight and show it off Although she opined that I could drive along behind her to be there when she does.

Life is good.

An offer to you, my friends

Money It can buy a Bed, but not Sleep. It can buy a Clock, but not Time. It can buy you a Book, but not Knowledge. It can buy you…

Money

It can buy a Bed, but not Sleep.

It can buy a Clock, but not Time.

It can buy you a Book, but not Knowledge.

It can buy you a Position, but not Respect.

It can buy you Medicine, but not Health.

It can buy you Blood, but not Life.

It can buy you Sex, but not Love.

So you see, money isn’t everything.

And it often causes pain and suffering.

I tell you all this because I am your Friend, and as a Friend I want to take away your pain and suffering. So send me all your money and I will suffer for you. Cash is fine. You know where I live.

(via my Mom)

But … but … I’m Lawful Good!

A new book is out describing how ancient warriors used chemical and biological weapons in combat — venomed arrows, scorpion bombs, etc. Interesting stuff, especially from a gaming perspective. (via…

A new book is out describing how ancient warriors used chemical and biological weapons in combat — venomed arrows, scorpion bombs, etc. Interesting stuff, especially from a gaming perspective.

(via Cronaca)

The Driving Instruction Film They Don’t Want You To See!

Yes and No. Marvelous. (via Ipse Dixit)…

Yes and No. Marvelous.

(via Ipse Dixit)

East is East, and West is West

A lengthy essay here Charles Freund following the death of Edward Said, on both the past achievements and present failings of his “Orientalist” accusations toward “the West.” That is where…

A lengthy essay here Charles Freund following the death of Edward Said, on both the past achievements and present failings of his “Orientalist” accusations toward “the West.”

That is where the Orientalist political critique becomes significant. Its practitioners have spent a quarter-century sifting through the sins committed by the West against the East, a rich and often ugly lode. But the critique’s point has never been to clarify and improve relations and mutual perceptions. For many critics, the point has been to condemn the West, often by dissecting its imagination. As for examining the East’s imagination, to see if it too was cluttered with stereotypes, misconceptions, or other detrimental concepts, that simply was never a sustained part of the critique. Worse, if other scholars did inquire into the dehumanizing trends that may have been present in the East, those scholars were likely to be labeled “Orientalists,” an epithet that eventually became tantamount to “racist,” and which served to marginalize them in the world of respectable scholarship.
This has turned out to be an agenda with consequences. What makes those consequences worth pondering is what made the critique both pressing and valuable to begin with. That is, Orientalist issues were worth addressing not only for their own sake, but because the East-West encounter has been increasingly problematic for the United States and the nations of the East, with explosive political, military, economic, and cultural dimensions for them all.
If the critique could have provided a better conceptual framework for addressing those issues, it would have been the right critique at the right time. But if the critique merely devised a one-sided apologia about Western sins and sinners without addressing similar issues in the East, then it would have proved merely another adventure in failed left-intellectual rationalization. Worse, if the critique ended up marginalizing or even delegitimizing others who did attempt to address the East’s potential problems, it would have left its subject in a poorer state than it found it. It would have helped shape a West debilitated by guilt about its past, yet with no useful framework for understanding those who hate Westerners enough to murder them en masse. Given acts of mass murder by persons whom Reuters News Service refuses to term “terrorists,” given a president who seeks inclusiveness while surrounding himself with various controversial Muslim spokesmen, given an intellectual class here and abroad that has been suggesting empathy with mass murderers, the West’s conceptual approach to this crisis is at least open to question.

To Freund, not only has the critique of Orientalism impacted the West with guilt, it has suppressed any similar critique of its flip side from the East.

Orientalism, the systematic stereotyping and degradation of Easterners that dehumanized them in the eyes of the West, enabled the colonial powers not only to mistreat whole populations, but also, in some of the West’s blackest moments, to slaughter them in horrifying numbers. What makes it possible to commandeer passenger planes filled with innocent travelers, including children, and use them as bombs to murder thousands of people in office buildings? It is a systematic stereotyping and degradation of Westerners that dehumanizes them, and makes their death a pious deed for some and a cause for celebration for others. It is Occidentalism.

Thought-provoking stuff.

Arf wi’ ‘is ‘ead!

A good essay here on the death penalty, with links to other material, and one that hits the nail on the head as to why I’ve concluded that, while it’s…

A good essay here on the death penalty, with links to other material, and one that hits the nail on the head as to why I’ve concluded that, while it’s not per se wrong, our justice system is not up to administering capital punishment effectively and justly. Which is a shame, because there are those who deserve it.

The terror of flying First Class!

Knives are now allowed back on airplanes. The TSA is now allowing metal meal knives — though, of course, only first class meals need them — to go along with…

Knives are now allowed back on airplanes.

The TSA is now allowing metal meal knives — though, of course, only first class meals need them — to go along with the previously allowed (and arguably as dangerous) metal forks and spoons. Northwest has already adopted the them, Continental plans to, and American is “evaluating its options.”

Of course, trying to carry the same knife through security at the airport will still get you cuffed and hauled away as a potential terrorist. Only knives officially handed out by flight attendants alongside meals are considered safe enough for the friendly skies.

(via Volokh)

Hey, buddy?

BackupBuddy is a great program I’ve recommended before. It backs up files and programs on your Palm to your PC, and makes for simple, easy, almost transparent restores when something…

BackupBuddy is a great program I’ve recommended before. It backs up files and programs on your Palm to your PC, and makes for simple, easy, almost transparent restores when something goes horribly wrong. Such as, for example, your Palm losing all of its files and programs.

Yup, BackupBuddy can sure be your friend.

If, of course, you remember to install it when you, say, upgrade to a new PC.

If you don’t reinstall it, of course, then you need to manually install all your programs and files, and do one-way syncs of data, and other keen stuff like that.

Why, might you ask, would such a circumstance come to my mind this fine morning?

Funny you should ask …

Click-vote

After the Florida 2000 debacle, everybody swore up and down that all those crappy old manual voting machines were just too unreliable, too unusable, too confusing, and too prone to…

After the Florida 2000 debacle, everybody swore up and down that all those crappy old manual voting machines were just too unreliable, too unusable, too confusing, and too prone to abuse by folks who wanted to swing elections however they wanted by which chads they wanted to count as what.

As a result, many states are spending ton o’ bucks getting rid of their old voting systems in order to put new electronic systems in. After all, no chad, no bad, right?

Well … not exactly.

As anyone who works with computers will tell you, computer information is only as accurate as (a) the software and hardware is bug-free, and (b) the software and hardware is secure. And given how flaky the computer we use every day for stuff can be, the idea that we can magically wave our hands and come up with magic boxes that count votes with pinpoint accuracy and with no question of funny business is clearly just fantasy.

Remember, folks — it wasn’t so long ago when “voting the graveyards” was a common, if technically illegal, practice. Does anyone really think that some candidates and/or political machines and/or financially well-heeled or technically proficient supporters of certain candidates really think they could get away with electronic vote fraud, they wouldn’t?

This article (subscription necessary, but the first paragraphs are visible) sums up some of the dirty side of the computerized voting machine business that’s been making its way around the blogosphere for some months. Once you cut through the politically slanted rhetoric, the bottom line is that not only are the machines being sold to states and counties, under court mandate and at great cost, not nearly as secure as they need to be, it’s an open question as to whether they’re actually designed to be secure and fool proof.

Do some Googling about this (I’ve run out of time today). Some of the info on this stuff will amaze you.

Defensive Bowling

MIchael Moore, in his typically understated style, is launching an ongoing defense of his documentary, Bowling for Columbine. Starting things off in a calm and reasoned fashion (“Michael Moore responds…

MIchael Moore, in his typically understated style, is launching an ongoing defense of his documentary, Bowling for Columbine.

Starting things off in a calm and reasoned fashion (“Michael Moore responds to the wacko attackos … How to Deal with the Lies and the Lying Liars When They Lie about “Bowling for Columbine”), he manages to paint himself as an innocent regular guy being attacked by Dark and Sinister — or else Disturbed and Irrational — Forces.

… organized groups going full blast trying to discredit me … knowingly making up lies … wound up in their anger and hatred … if I go after the Thief-in-Chief … then that is naturally going to send a few of his henchmen after me … you just don’t go after the NRA and its supporters and then not expect them to come back at you with both barrels … These are not nice people and they don’t play nice – that’s how they got to be so powerful … host of gun lobby groups … individual gun nuts … Orwellian-style venom … How do you handle people who say the Holocaust never happened or that monkeys fly? … right wing crazy …

But, of course, we know that Mike is just interested in the facts, not innuendo. “Those who object to the film’s political points are left with the choice of debating us on the issues in the film – or resorting to character assassination. They have chosen the latter. What a sad place to be.” Which is why he leaps there, head first. As if he weren’t there already.

Moore addresses three particular charges laid against him:

  1. That the “open an account, get a gun” bit was rigged.
  2. That the Lockheed Martin plant in Littleton, CO, isn’t an arms plant.
  3. That the footage of Charlton Heston and the NRA meeting in Denver was actually from somewhere else.

Moore points to a number of articles that support what he’s saying, and I’m going to leave it to others to sort out the facts here. I will note that Moore shades things a bit (say it ain’t so!) though, by how he phrases the opposition’s charges:

“The Lockheed factory in Littleton, Colorado, has nothing to do with weapons of mass destruction” is how Moore paraphrases his opponents. The criticism, in fact, is that the workers at the Lockheed plant were not part of some death cult, manufacturing then and there actual weaponry, in some sort of existential parallel to the killings by Dylan and Klebold — or, as Moore himself put it in the film:

So you don’t think our kids say to themselves, ‘Dad goes off to the factory every day, he builds missiles of mass destruction. What’s the difference between that mass destruction and the mass destruction over at Columbine High School?

But Moore elides over that distinction, noting that Lockheed Martin is a major arms manufacturer in general (begging the question of why we don’t see school shootings around other Lockheed Martin plants), that the Littleton facility used to manufacturer ICBM boosters in the 50s through 80s (or at least “instruments” thereof), but that it currently manufactures Titan IV boosters that, well, aren’t really used as ICBMs per se, but, um, are used to launch (oooh) spy satellites as well as communications satellites.

That Lockheed lets the occasional weather or TV satellite hitch a ride on one of its rockets should not distract anyone from Lockheed’s main mission and moneymaker in Littleton: to make instruments that help kill people. That two of Littleton’s children decided to engineer their own mass killing is what these guys and the Internet crazies don’t want to discuss.

Riiiiggghttt. Besides, it plays better this way.

There’s also some discussion about Bowling’s depiction of Charlton Heston’s NRA speech in Denver a few weeks later.

“The film depicts NRA president Charlton Heston giving a speech near Columbine; he actually gave it a year later and 900 miles away. The speech he did give is edited to make conciliatory statements sound like rudeness.”

Moore then quips that obviously he made the whole thing up, that Heston was never there, which is, of course, ridiculous. But, again, that misses the point of the criticism, that the film footage is all carefully and tortuously cut to make it look like Heston held a big rally on in the auditorium at Columbine HS, rather than at the previously scheduled (and significantly cut back) annual NRA convention in Denver. He makes it sound like Heston (and, thus, the NRA) were out to rub everyone’s noses in their presence, out to be particularly insulting and provocative — which a read of the speech transcript shows is not the case.

While Moore does include the full transcript of Heston’s speech on his site, a side-by-side with how it was actually cut into the film is illustrative.

Moore proudly proclaims that “every fact in my movie is true” (which is an odd way of putting it). He also note that it must all be true, because if it wasn’t, the NRA would have sued the snot out of them.

The sheer power and threat of the NRA is reason enough to strike fear in any movie studio or theater chain. The NRA will go after you without mercy if they think there’s half a chance of destroying you. That’s why we don’t have better gun laws in this country – every member of Congress is scared to death of them.

Well, no, unless Moore is talking about NRA Assassination Squads (which I’m sure will be discussed in his next flick), NRA law suits are unlikely to daunt any congressional candidate. What they are scare of is the political organizing power of the NRA, which, regardless of how you feel about the organization, is, I believe, legal. Sort of how democracy works, in fact.

Moore, who only seems to care for political activism when it’s his, also misses the point that trying to “shut Moore down” would be an expensive and iffy proposition — libel laws are difficult at the best of times — and would only give him more publicity than he already has, without actually doing anything about his message or his support. If I were the NRA, I wouldn’t have recommended it.

But it’s easier, I guess, to say that the NRA not suing him is proof that he’s telling the truth. Just has his not suing his critics is proof that they — uh, well, never mind.

I’m actually glad, though, if this is all bringing up the “documentary” facts in Bowling for Columbine for clearer debate. They deserve more examination. Reading this (and other pieces) by Moore demonstrates to me that, rhetorically, the guy’s a sleeze bucket. We’ll see, if he can be pinned down, how he actually deals with facts.

(via BoingBoing)