Good Morning America!

It's five o clock right here and we're packing up to get out the door. On thing that bothers me is that it is a five and a half our drive and our cabin won't be open until one... That puts us three hours in the hole. Hm. Anyways, scheduling blog posts sounded so manly that I had to try it at least once so there might be something coming your way eventually, but warning: It'll have nothing to do with whatever I'm doing at the present time.

Off to the Mountains

Tomorrow morning I'm gone. I'm all packed and ready to zoom off! So, this is to say that I might not be able to make any blog posts for the next couple of days. I know I have said this many times in the past, and I know so far all such dire predictions have come to naught, yet I feel I am obligated to warn you that it might happen anyway.

P.S. The world might end tomorrow. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Summer of Forgotten Dreams

Today I woke up and realized I hadn't even started revamping Super Program yet. Darn. There were a lot of things I intended to do while I was here, but it seems that all of them have been forgotten. Mostly I've just been running around doing political stuff interspersed with break time wherein I read political books. I also read political magazines and watch political news. I am so politic'ed up! Yet, I haven't done anything that I wanted to do. For some reason, I'm not that upset about it either. I'll just take it on the chin and dedicate some empty day at home to it.

Shameless Plugs

This is actually a pretty bad time to be watching Fox News since both Beck and O'reilly have come out with new books and really enjoy talking about how well they are doing. Snooze. Go back to the Tiller Murder investigation and the ACORN money-embezzling scandal.

I've recently finished reading Glenn Beck's Common Sense. In it he makes the arguments that neither the Republican Party nor the Democratic Party stand for the American people anymore. He's calling for people to jump ship on both sides and become Independents who vote for people who run for neither party but do represent your values. What's really funny is that while all this is happening is that the Wake Republican Party is running a Turn-All-Independents-Into-Republicans Voter Registration Drive. So we're bumping into all these people who got it into their heads to jump ship and now we're dragging them back. Not working too well.

I appreciate Ann Coulter, who wrote Godless, saying when she was on Beck's show being interviewed about his book that Republicans aren't as bad as Democrats. They're moving towards Democrats but they're not as bad as they are yet. That's a distinction I'm glad she made since otherwise it makes me feel like a dummy working so hard to build up a party that everyone claims is going belly up and should go belly up.

Stars in My Eyes

Today I was daydreaming. Yes, I daydream. I was thinking to myself "Hm. If Obama enacts universal health care, what could I do? Well, it will chase doctors out of the markets, so I would be more secure in my job, and if it gets competitive, I'm sure I'm smart enough to survive. And if it turns into a who-you-know instead of what-you-know system, I'm so affable that I could certainly survive. In fact, I think I could thrive under this system if I stay on the cutting edge of teleradiology, and if I'm one of the few radiologists in America and stay cheap enough to compete with job exportations to countries that will soon be more free and capitalist than America, then I could live anywhere I want as all my business comes to me digitally. Anyway, if Rathke succeeds in globalizing ACORN then he could crash the entire global economy and I won't even have to worry about-"
"Hey," Grandma said, causing me to realize that I had just been talking to her. "Where are you?"
"In the future," I replied. Hey. Am I always this stupid or was I just half-asleep? That's a pretty poor response.
"Oh? And what are you thinking about?"
"Universal health care," I said, honestly.
"You were not," Grandma replied indignantly. I was slightly taken aback.
"No, that was honestly it."
"Well," Grandma said, "You don't have to tell me what you were thinking about." Then she gave me the look, so I knew what she was thinking. The only other time she uses that look is when she asks Heather about Douglas.
"No Grandma, that was really it."
"Well, I was just thinking, you had such a contented expression on your face, I figured you were thinking about having a wife and kids and a house." Seriously. I bet you often wonder what your grandparents think you are thinking. Now you know that you don't want to know.
So apparently, I get a dopey look on my face when I think about exploiting my country. Am I... stupid?

Lost Cause

Today I went to the pool with the W's, my cousins. I just found out today that I can't do a flip. Uncle Steve told me it was OK because he had never even tried to do a flip, let alone failed at one. I failed at a billion consecutively. I've been tucking and rolling and SMACK! YOW MY BACK HURTS LIKE THE DICKENS! all day long. Flipping only halfway isn't as bad as flipping 270 degrees. I don't know if the pain in my back is sunburn or the consequences of back flopping for two hours straight.

Watermelon That Hath Strayed from the Path of God

Grandma bought me another watermelon. (This is about the tenth one. Yummy.) Anyways, before I woke up Grandma cut it in half so she could feed it to me for breakfast. But then, ARGH! It turned out the inside was yellow. OH NO! So we tried to figure it out. Could it be too ripe? Not ripe enough? Rotten? Was it bearing no seeds when Jesus walked by it so he withered it? Whatever it was, we figured it wasn't good so Grandma returned it. When Grandma got her money from the clerk, the clerk said "Oh, yellow watermelon are bred that way. They're tastier than other watermelon."
"Yeah, right," said Grandma, figuring he was just another ignorant clerk working for Wal-Mart. The clerks at Wal-Mart never have any idea what anything is, costs, or does. It's crazy. Anyway Grandma went, got another watermelon, took it to another clerk, and asked if the clerk would cut it open to check whether it was pink or yellow inside.
"Tee-hee-hee," said the clerk. Judging from Grandma's impersonation, I figured this clerk was female, "I can tell you right now that this watermelon is red because it doesn't say 'Yellow Watermelon' on its tag."
Personally, I am glad I didn't find out what happened to the clerk afterwards. Grandma's story just ended there with "So. *rolls eyes*"

Plagueograph

Yeah, since Mrs. K. posted on disease in her family, I started thinking about whenever viruses hit our family. I could have left a comment, but it seemed to me to merit an entire blog post seeing as it has not much to do with the K's being sick. When McPhersons get sick, it typically does not spread to all of us. What happens is that one kid comes home with a sickness, say Andrew for example, and then the two kids on either side of him get sick, i.e. David and Duncan. Then one of the people on either side of them gets sick, i.e. Grace or Lexie. Then it stops. It just gets tired.
Common Cold Strain 1: How many more of these kids do I have to infect?
Common Cold Strain 2: Hah? You've only done half of them yet.
Common Cold Strain 1: What! You've got to be kidding me. Of all twenty-some strains of cold I had to get stuck with the Mormon family.
Alright, so we're not Mormon. But how are common colds supposed to know that? Anyways, after two links on the chain it exhausts itself and gives up the ghost. Victory once again for the McPherson family~!
Of course I have also mapped the three people who I notice getting sick a lot. These are the three people who typically start the ball rolling:
Heather-Goes to college, picks something up around finals week, infects everyone. Lexie and I have been going to college for a year now and so far we have not picked up anything. Heather typically picks up three diseases a semester (or more depending on how many tests she has coming.)
Grace-Goes to a friend's house, picks up some disease, comes back and infects everyone. In my opinion Grace should have less friends.
Andrew-Andrew gets sick, mopes around the house until I say "Andrew! Stop acting sick! Do your job!" And then I get sick. God has a "sick" sense of humor.

Common Sense, by Glenn Beck

There are two types of political books in this world: Those which motivate you and those which depress you. (Actually three, including those that are just boring, but I don't read those for too long.) Common Sense is the kind that depresses you. Glenn Beck's point, since he is a libertarian, is that the people who wasted their vote in the last Pennsylvania senate race aren't the people who voted third-party, but the people who voted for Arlen Specter and were stabbed in the back. He's got a point there, but it is a very depressing one. The last time Republicans tried a massive shift to a third party we elected Bill Clinton. Beck says that our government is insane for instating socialism because "insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result." Doesn't the same rule apply for swinging over to third parties though? It hasn't worked since before the Civil War. Why are we still trying?

Gotta learn em all!

Alright, I've finally learned all 150 of my lines, which is coincedentally the same number of pokemon, excluding the 300 add-ons. I swear I won't push for that many lines put back in. Heck. I won't ask for any of my lines back in. 150 is enough. So yeah. I've completed my Shakespearedex now and have learned all 150 lines. I'm the Shakespeare master now!

1+2=4

Grandad was really mad at Aunt Jennifer today for taking apart something he worked two hours to create just yesterday. He was explaining this to Grandma over dinner:
"And Paul (Jennifer's Husband) can't lift that all by himself! It took four people last time to lift it." Grandad said, consumed by a furious passion.
"Four people? I hope you weren't one of those four because your doctor said no heavy lifting," Grandma said.
"Oh, I wasn't," said Grandad off-handedly.
"Who was?" Grandma asked.
"Oh well, Duncan," Grandad said indicating me stuffing my face with meat and peppers and walnuts and all that good stuff, "And two women who were helping."
"Who was the fourth?" Grandma asked. That was some keen calculation there. I probably couldn't do that so fast as I was busy eating.
"Hm. Let me think," Grandad said.
There was quite a long pause as Grandad thought.
"Oh well, I guess that was me," Grandad said after much deliberation.

Foul!

Grandad came down to breakfast a few days ago and announced:
"I have proof that the Democrats used voter fraud to steal the last North Carolina election!"
Ta-da! This could totally get my Grandad an interview on one of the four major networks.
"So?" Grandma asked.
Grandad began to explain but Grandma cut him off: "I don't want to hear politics over breakfast."
Anyways, what happened was that the State Board of Elections counted all votes that didn't have identies attached to them, which is illegal. You can technically come in and say "My name is Duncan McPherson and I would like to vote." and they would count it BUT you have to leave an address behind that is valid. It turns out that none of these voters left addresses meaning every time you look at the State Board of Elections it has inserted a plethora of voters who "registered this year" who do not have addresses. That is like leaving a path of destruction and knocked down trees when the main characters are all wondering: "Hm? Do you think there's a monster running around these woods?" Foul! These people should be thrown in prison! Grandad has sent this information to his elected official. Hopefully something will be done.

Propogandization

Today I babysat for the Robinsons. I took care of Anna, Bryce, and Meredith. So as I sat around the table with them irresponsibly letting them eat junk food, Bryce piped up, "Hey Duncan? You know what would be cool?"
"What?" said I.
"If all the trucks were destroyed and made into trucks that didn't pollute," said Bryce.
"What!?" I exclaimed, "Where did you hear this?"
"I just think this," said Bryce.
"Was this your teacher's idea?" I asked.
"Yes," said Bryce.
Hmmmmm. Right there I felt like taking Bryce aside and explaining that the amount of coal burning necessary to generate the electricity for a truck produces more pollution that burning gasoline. Instead, I just played Pretty Pretty Princess with Meredith.

Redshirt

Ever feel like you are part of an evil organization? Well, I'm not really part of an evil organization per se, but I am part of an organization. I'm part of the Republican Party. Yes, it sounds like it couldn't possibly be an evil organization or even analogous to an evil organization, but that is where you would be wrong.

At the bottom you have redshirts, consisting of me, young republicans, republican college clubs, enthusiastic houswives, unenthusiastic bachelors, etc. We are all organized into jobs like "Block Captain," "Poll Observer," "Caller," and "Driver." Think Level 1 monsters that hang around your village and infest dungeons. Just dudes.

Overseeing us is a Precinct Chairman. He bosses us around. My Grandad is a Precinct Chairman. They all reign over a precinct and are in charge of all the redshirts in that area. Think tough battles that aren't actually dungeon bosses. They're just tough.

Then there are District Chairmen. The boss around all the precinct chairmen who rule over precincts in their district. These guys are the dungeon bosses. Don't mess with them unless you want another heart shard.

Then there are the County Chairmen. I'll let you guess what they do, but it's pretty easy to figure out. (Answer: They boss around all the district chairmen in their county. Sensing a pattern yet?) These guys are the big cahunas in their counties. We're talking "I'm guarding one of the four elements that you need to imbue with your sword. Get lost or feel the wrath of my vulnerable eye and rythmic attacks."

Then there is the North Carolina Executive Committee. Alright, so evil councils aren't typical of video games. Blah. These guys only listen to the North Carolina Chairman, Tom Fetzer, who answers to no one. This guy is like Gannon. The big boss. Don't mess around with him, PERIOD. When you get to this part of the game, stop playing. Start a new game and save over your old one. Give it up. You'll never win unless Andrew looks up his weakness online and tells you.

Teeny Bopper

My darling eleven-year-old cousin and I went to see High School Musical 2. All my adult relatives were acting like I was doing them a tremendous favor or something, but I really enjoy going to theatrical productions. Even teeny bopper ones. In HSM2, Sharpay, the mean girl from last time who reformed in the end became evil again. Darn. What bum luck. What was kind of neat was that Sharpay's goony brother, Ryan, who was my favorite character, played a really big important role in the sequel. In the first one he just followed Sharpay around stroking her ego, calming her down, and apologizing to the good guys. I liked him 'cos he was such a minion. He was the background singer personified. (P.S. Without background singers, the world would be a hollow and boring place.) When Sharpay kicked him out of his part for the talent show, "The Frollicking Fish Prince," (LOL) I felt really bad for him. And his song "Batter Batter Swing" is so insanely catchy. That thing he does with his arms is amazing.

By the way, what was singularly unattractive in the sequel was how the main guy's friends treated him. The guy, Jason, missed his team's baseball game even though he was the captain to practice dancing with Sharpay. So his friends completely refused to talk to him for the entire second act finally culminating in his apology. I'd just like to apologize for all the times I've been a jerk and thank all my friends for not treating me like dirt until I apologized. You guys are the best friends in the world.

P.S. Someone needs to tell Gabrielle to stop giving Sharpay long boring lectures about how she treats her friends. The only difference between Gabrielle and Sharpay is that Gabrielle's friends enjoy goonishly worshipping her and Sharpay's friends only goonishly worship her because she's rich.

Descriptive Statistics

Alright, I'm a work in progress, I'm going to get better. Anyways, I finally figured out how to put reactions on the bottom of my posts. Now you can check to tell me whether my post was overall negative or overall positive. I'll work on my social acceptibility skills until I have it all down pat. So if this post makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, check positive. If it hurts your feelings or makes you think "Oh what a tactless and cruel jerk this guy must be" check negative. Then, I can create datasheets, charts, blah blah blah mapping my progress/stagnation/decline into pure evil. So help me out! Get active! Sanctification and all that jazz!

GOP Convention

You know what would be really great? If the GOP convention was as bad as it got. Here we have the same back and forth arguing you have in politics everywhere, but it is all how to do right, instead of whether to do right. Wouldn't it be great if instead of socialism vs. capitalism, we only fought about fair tax vs. flat tax, both of which are good ideas? Wouldn't it be swell if everyone wore "Marriage: One Man-One Woman" stickers with no one in the opposition? Alas.

The Drudge Report

Hey-ho. Helping with politics here in NC. Right now we're gunning up for a Republican Convention. Well, as I discovered a lot of Political Grassroots Work is packaging. Take one CD, one business card, two voter registration forms, clip them together, put them in the package. I have serious skills, man. In about ten seconds I get into the zone. Take-take-tape-clip-stuff. Take-take-tape-clip-stuff. Take-take-tape-clip-stuff. I can go all day. It only takes about an hour to make 100 packages.

Finished probably

Grandad assigned me to write a speech for a motivational tape that he'll show at neighborhood Republican barbecues to get people to sign up to volunteer. It sounds really important, right? Right. If I did this wrong nobody would sign up to help Grandad and then Grandma will continue to be given the full brunt of Grandad's volunteerism. So this was important. Anyway, essays/speeches are not my cup of tea. I am criminally bad at writing. I ought to get a life sentence for the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue. In the end, my speech looked more like a motivational book report for Liberty and Tyranny. (Which was the book my Grandad wanted me to base my speech off of.)

By the way, Liberty and Tyranny is your typical bestseller: Really good stuff, really boring read. Levin, the guy who wrote it, runs a really good radio show. I think he for some reason assumed that unlike radio, books are not for entertainment. So the book is singularly unentertaining but it's really good heady stuff. P.S. Dr. McClay was quoted in it. That's how intellectual it was.

Back onto the subject of the speech. Now I'm just hoping my Grandad doesn't take one look at it and tell me to rewrite it. That would be devestating.

Eugenics

Eugenics is "the study of, or belief in, the possibility of improving the qualities of the human species or a human population by such means as discouraging reproduction by persons having genetic defects or presumed to have inheritable undesirable traits (negative eugenics) or encouraging reproduction by persons presumed to have inheritable desirable traits (positive eugenics)."

Yep, there's the Holocaust in a nutshell. Haeckel, from my previous post, was a eugenicist. Why is the guy even remembered? Besides his hack drawings of embryos, and later human skulls showing the evolution from monkey to human with an African skull being in the middle (The drawings were fake. African skulls actually look like European skulls.) His most famous experiment was his (failed) attempt to interbreed Africans and chimps.

The only reason he even performed his disgusting experiment was because everyone knew that Africans were humans and he (being a douche) wanted to prove otherwise! Everything Haeckel did was not only fraudulent, but only aimed to cheapen human life. This guy sucks. Hard.

Perpetuated Falsehoods III, Haeckel Strikes Back

Alright, here it is. The final in this exciting trilogy.

3) Haeckel's drawings are baloney.

A relatively obscure but well respected eugenicist named Haeckel (whose other major contribution to science was the assertion that Africans were the ladder rung in between humans and animals) drew a series of pictures of embryos of varying species (human, frog, other vertebrates). He said that since they all looked the same, this proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that all vertebrates evolved from one another. As you can see, it is a completely illogical assertion. They all look the same, so what? They're blastulas for crying out loud! They are balls of tissue and balls are all typically round. So what if they look the same?
But wait, it gets better. The drawings were FAKE!!! Human embryos do NOT look like frog embryos! True, they bear slight resemblances including being made of tissue, but their shapes and forms are different. Turns out Haeckel made a woodcut of one embryo and then made several drawings of one woodcut.
Nevertheless, I am still told in Biology class that during the first trimester you can't tell what the embryo is going to grow into. If you are told this immediately interject "Um, that's a lie." I was told this same "tidbit" by three different Biology professors. The fact that I didn't know it was a lie until today makes me sick to my stomach. The fact that it is still being taught in school makes me sicker. Especially since it is often used to devalue human embryo life. OH YOU MISERABLE AND DESPICABLE PEOPLE! YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES!!

Perpeptuated Falsehoods II, the Revenge of the Statist

Alright, I said I would post the other falsehoods. Have another one:



2) The Miller-Urey Experiment is also bunk.



I promise you, you will hear about the Miller-Urey Experiment in your Biology Class. Whoopee! I can synthesize amino acids from gases with nothing but sparks. Even before I read "Godless," I saw the fundamental error in the fact that just because you could make amino acids, doesn't mean you can create life. Coulter pointed that out and then pointed out something I didn't know: The Miller-Urey Experiment assumed the existence of methane, ammonia, hydrogen, and water. What evolutionary biologists actually say is in primordial air is ozone, hydrogen sulfate, and carbon dioxide along with a couple others that I can't remember. The thing is they listed all the primordial air gases in class and expected you to memorize them BUT they also expected you to know the importance of the Miller-Urey experiment that was based on premises that they had already denounced! The two-facedness is awe-inspiring.

Next time: Perpetuated Falsehood III, Haeckel Strikes Back.

Perpetuated Falsehoods

I've been reading a lot of books in the past two weeks. In fact, I've been reading more here than I do at home. I've been reading this fantastic book by Ann Coulter called "Godless" about the American education system. Guess what? Three of the facts Coulter denounced as lies were taught in my college Biology course. I was taught these as facts, and it turns out they were lies. Good grief. Here they are:

1) The Peppered Moth Experiment was bunk. This was an experiment done in London which stated that when the trees were blackened with pollution, there were more black moths in the air. When London cleaned its air, there were more white moths. This was because white moths showed up clearly against black trees so birds could spot them easier. See? Moths with a certain color are favored over moths with a less favorable color. (As you see, this proves hands down that you can eventually evolve a gecko into a German Shepherd.) As it turns out, peppered moths do not rest on trees and are not hunted by birds. They fly at night when birds are asleep and they rest on the underside of branches. Turns out the famous pictures that are touted by every biology textbook (including the one I sold to Megan) that show how distinctly a white moth stands out against black bark were staged by gluing dead moths to a tree. Peppered moths would never rest on bark of their own volition. I promise you, unless you have a really awesome nonliberal Biology teacher, you will hear the story of the peppered moths.

For more information on this subject, check out the article "The Moth That Failed," by Paul Raeburn published in the NEW YORK TIMES!!! on August 25, 2002. See also Nicholas Wade's "Staple of Evolutionary Teaching May Not Be Textbook Case" also in the New York Times, but on June 18, 2002.

Just a warning, when even the New York Times doesn't perpetuate liberal falsehood, there is something really wrong going on.

I mentioned three lies, I'll give you the other in a later blog post.

Birthday Month

When we were in Disneyworld it was my cousin's birthday on Sunday. We went to magic kingdom and had a really good time. For the rest of the vacation, Kathryn was "the birthday girl." Andrew said to me multiple times during this trip, "Stop wishing Kathryn a happy birthday. Her birthday was Sunday!" Just goes to show what he knows.

Yes, it is still her birthday. Tonight we are going out to dinner, a movie (Up, which you guys have already seen), and then ice cream. The celebration will not end! It's great! Grandma thinks it is just because Aunt Jennifer wanted to take her kids to see Up. I don't blame her.

Meredith

Do you want to know what the cutest thing in the world is? A little girl riding her bicycle and singing her favorite song. Meredith was singing some song about rock n' roll and learning and a "rat a tat tat." Most of the words were indiscernable because when she wasn't 100% sure on the lyrics she would get quieter. She is so cute.

I was reading the "DO NOT OPEN THIS BOTTLE! IT CONTAINS ACID THAT EATS THROUGH FLESH" label on the paint remover Grandad and I were using on Aunt Jennifer's driveway when Meredith asked me what I was doing. When I told her that I was reading the bottle she just laughed and said "Silly Duncan! You have to say the words!" Aunt Jennifer later explained that what she meant was that to read, you have to be saying the words out loud as you read them (like all little kids all do as they begin learning to read.) Meredith is so cute.

Shakespeare, NC style

Alright, so I suddenly and violently remembered that I had 3/4 of my lines due tomorrow. About five hours ago I only had 77 out of 150. Now, I have 130, which counts. Phew. I was scared I might not be ready for a minute there.

Now the only problem is putting some life into these lines. I've had it up to here with my Heather's (my "Director's") snide comments about how lifeless and dull my performance is. When I'm practicing she'll occasionally say something like "Pfft. I wonder how miserable my life would be if I was being outdone by a fourteen-year-old. (Reference to Matthew M_______.)" She's so annoying. I'm glad she is not here in NC and I can practice in relative peace. Grandma only comes in every few minutes and asks me why I'm moving my mouth obscurely.

David's computer

David has a new laptop coming to him. Just for the record, it works great! It hooked up to the internet immediately and I can now do anything I did before. Except Facebook. I'm boycotting Facebook for a while because I don't want any more computers to go viral, especially computers that don't belong to me. There's actually a file I wanted to e-mail home that is currently on my computer but I'm too scared to hook a USB to the viral Avacado lest the worm spread itself via USB to all healthy computers in the house.

Viral infection

Someone recently hacked my facebook account or something. He's sending every single one of my friends viral messages. Facebook keeps on automatically closing when I try to load it to set things right. The message he sends includes a link to a pornographic site, which is frankly ANNOYING. I'm getting this flood of e-mails from concerned Christian friends who think I'm linking them to a porn site. No, I say. I've been hacked. Blah blah blah. A couple of the people who know me better (Including Heather but not including Douglas) have figured out that I've been hacked. Heather advised that I suspend my account but I have no idea how to do that.

Also, I am REALLY hoping that I have no virus on my computer. If the virus does nothing but send annoying messages to my friends, then fine. They might hate me, but they'll probably figure out what's going on pretty quickly because that particular link also includes a trojan horse for their computers. They got bugged. (Also this hacker is a terrible speller. Anyone who knows me won't even OPEN that message.) I just hope this guy isn't the type of comic who thinks its funny to completely destroy computers. THAT WOULD SUCK LIKE NOTHING ELSE.

Trees

My Grandad and Grandma have a back and forth argument about whether their backyard should have trees in it. Grandad doesn't want trees in his backyard. He says they shed too many leaves and obstruct the view. Grandma wants trees. They provide shade and they obstruct the view. (She doesn't like to see the neighbor's houses. She says they look "trashy.") I tend to side with Grandma because she's the one who cooks and that food tastes really good. What is your input on this dilemma?

Hey, It's Ju- OH NO!!!

After publishing my last post I realized that it was now June. Drat. I totally forgot to say Rabbit Rabbit this morning. Boy, do I feel stupid. I didn't even have any siblings rushing my bed first thing in the morning and trying to get me to answer questions so that they can laugh at my expense. With a memory like mine, who needs enemies?

Webex

Today Grandad (and I, although I wasn't really much help) were offered a month's free trial on Cisco's Webex Teleconference Site Thing Probably. It sells Teleconferences, okay? We attended a demo conference by telephone. The only speed bump we hit was when Grandad accidently hung up immediately after dialing in.

Duncan: Uh, Grandad? Did you know that you just hung up?

Grandad: Hm?

Somehow, I think that Webex won't be healthy for Grandad. Imagine him hosting a teleconference and hanging up before it even starts. All the other precinct chairman would be waiting for their "host" to say something only to eventually realize that he isn't there anymore. It could get hairy.