From the other Rochester

Notice the weapon to the right seems to be directed toward the photographer.














Couldn't happen here? Could it?













Photo:Reuters

It's Friday and I've got a chip on my shoulder....

....well actually in my pocket. You see, I received my new passport today complete with RFID chip. It arrived by U.S. Mail, The Official Courier of Important Documents, in about 3 weeks time. Much better than I had been expecting given the reports I had heard.

One thing that bugged me a bit was the quality of my photograph. Silly sure, but I, with great detail took a fair amount of time to create the perfect mugshot. Lighting, non-gesture and scale, all perfect. The resulting image in my OFFICIAL AMERICAN DOCUMENT was no better than a mid-nineties color Xerox. High tech shit from the DHS. Then there's that pesky little chip inside. You know the one with all my sensitive data delivered via the same service that is crushing me with stuff that heads right to the recycling bin. Now that is security. Here's a coupon for anything in the store, a catalog of scantily clad women, a missing child on the back of a pizza coupon and my OFFICIAL AMERICAN DOCUMENT. Now that's service. Is this the mark of the beast? I think not given a few references to God splattered about the pages of my shiny new blue book.

Now listen, I don't think I'm paranoid but that's up for debate. I am not in short supply of tinfoil, though, and enjoy the opportunity to create some chaos for satellite imagery watching me from above. But a chip, from my government on my person, fuck you. Your papers please! Reeks of stories from my father-in-law. Surely they (insert scary timpani audio) could find us with all the other devices we carry these days but I feel this is an ugly path to take.

I'll sleep better knowing my children are under the watchful eye of them.

This blog created on an iPhone from an undisclosed location known only to The Watchers and me.

Happy Thanksgiving.

The atheists are coming, the atheists are coming!

One if by land and two if by sea and three if by the Eastside.

The Greece Prayer shindig, poorly attended, given all the hoopla, the players took there places.
For what it's worth......I wish I had a shot of someone throwing a chair.

Rochester, NY 11/11/2007

A year is such a thing to waste.

So I missed the one year anniversary of blogging here on sconsetmonkey. 100,000 page requests and counting.

Not bad for some dick in Brighton.

Sconsetmonkey, It's The Shit!

So the last post addressed the potty mouth rating system found on Gannett real estate. Do I take offense to such vulgarities?

Fuck no.

I'm sure the kid, Mark the Intern, is a swell guy but someone needs to step up and teach him something during his internship. The phrase "It's the Shit" has been replaced with "It Rocks".










Do I have to do all the work here? Teach the poor kid about branding. It should read "It Rocs".

This is basic stuff here people.

P.S. His most recent video description refers to "the news room", c'mon even that is antiquated terminology. If this is the extent of his education put him on a bike with a bag of papers and send him on his way.

And you call me a potty mouth?

The new video rating system on the Democrat and Chronicle's annex site RocMen features the the choices of Its the shit or Its crap complete with scatological icons. I find this rather amusing coming from the same flagship that discourages such language enforced, (censored), by some of the Blogfraus. I imagine it's just an intern having some html fun while no one is looking, except me.


















I read the code so you dont have to. And oh yeah, Gangsta Rap is the shit.

Promises Promises...........

I was recently approached via email by a local budding blogger looking to use some of my images on their blog. I liked the premise of the site so I agreed. I do have to credit them for extending the offer and taking the time to seek permission but to date they have yet to post my or any new images. I suspect this is a vast rightwing conspiracy to reveal my identity. The blogger dropped the name of a local lefty writer that I admire, like a secret handshake a leftist code word if you will, and I took the bait.

Was my ego bruised? Not really, but I was disappointed to see a potentially great local blog become stagnant so soon out of the gate.

WhatEver.