Archive for September, 2006

To Entrap a Predator

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

To Catch a Predator

You may have seen one of the Dateline NBC segments called “To Catch a Predator” that have been running on a regular basis for several months now. The premise is that a child advocacy group called Perverted Justice has adults pose as underage children on the Internet. One of these “children” will arrange to have a predator meet him or her. As soon as the guy walks into the house, he’s confronted by Chris Hansen and a team of cameramen. After a short embarrassing interview, they’ll let the guy go — into the hands of local cops who are waiting for him to come outside so they can arrest him. I find the whole thing very disturbing, but maybe not for the same reasons a lot of other people do.

As far as I can tell, the “predators” are arrested for coming to a house with the intention of having sex with a minor. However, there is no sex, and no minor. What are these men being arrested for?

Yes, it’s creepy that they show up. However, I don’t think it should be dismissed that they were enticed to show up by an adult. Sure, the adult is posing as a child online (usually stating at some point that he or she is 15 or 16 years old), but that doesn’t change that the fact that the “child” is really an adult. These predators are being enticed to show up for sex with someone with whom it’s perfectly legal for them to have sex. That person may be claiming to be underage, but they’re also going along with, and possibly participating in the whole seduction process. Dateline would like you to think it doesn’t matter, but the fact remains that these guys are being seduced by adults, whether they own up to it online or not.

Another thing that concerns me is that these guys are stopped and interviewed the moment they come through the door, then promptly arrested. While I’ll concede that it gives me the willies that these guys show up at all, who’s to say they wouldn’t have changed their minds when they saw the child (if there actually was one)? Some also claim that they were only coming over to talk. While that may be unlikely, whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Is it now a crime to think about having sex with a minor? Has it become a felony to be turned on by a 16-year-old? If it has, the pop music industry is in for a huge dip in sales.

I just don’t see how anyone arrested for showing up at a Dateline sting could be prosecuted. Isn’t the standard in criminal cases that guilt has to be proved beyond a reasonable doubt? There’s plenty of room for doubt here. Would the man have shown up if there had been an actual child involved? Would he have stayed? Would they have had sex? I think any of those could possibly be answered with a “no,” regardless of how distasteful the preceeding online chat may have been.

If this was any other crime, this would clearly be entrapment. Since it’s “for the children,” though, Dateline and the cops come off looking like heroes.

Children may need protecting, but not when it means inprisonment on false pretenses, for sexual offenses that haven’t been committed. Apparently, Orwell’s prediction of “thought crimes” was only off the mark by by 22 years.

Willing Myself Canadian

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

CanadaI’ve decided I’m Canadian.

I’ve only been to Canada twice: once when I was a small child for reasons I don’t recall, and again when I was 13 because my father was attending a convention in Toronto. I don’t have any paperwork to prove I’m Canadian. It’s a matter of will: If I want to be a Canadian hard enough, I’m sure I can become one.

I think I’ve been Canadian since I was a small child. I’ve always been very polite, thrifty in my spending, and I love beer and maple syrup. I’m not particularly fond of beavers or Celine Dion, but I’ll learn to like them if I have to.

If you’re wondering about the reason for my sudden Canadian-ness, it’s really very simple. Americans are embarrassing. The rest of the world figured that out a while ago, I suspect, but I’m just starting to get it. We’re a bunch of obnoxious, loud, overbearing bullies with no tact, little intelligence, and questionable taste. We’re prone to fits of senseless violence, our beer is pisswater, and we can’t provide doctors for our poor.

Need more reasons? Gay people marrying scares the crap out of us, we only speak one language, we get off on blowing shit up, and our country’s overrun with religious nuts who think hating you is God’s will. We insist on driving SUV’s capable of carrying more than even we can buy at one time, environment be damned. We think we’re the good guys, and that justifies a little torture and carpet bombing once in a while. We’re so afraid that one of the people who hates us (and there are a lot of them) will drop a bomb on us that we’re willing to let our government do whatever they want, as long as they tell us it’s to fight evil. We call ourselves the land of the free, then let the NSA tap our phones without a warrant. We’re the home of the brave, but all we really want is soft, warm safety.

I’d rather not be a part of all that. From now on, if anyone asks, I’m Canadian.

How to Make a Smart Guy Feel Stupid

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

Damn. I’d been doing a pretty decent job of adding something here daily, but I’ve slipped a bit in the last few days. That’s mostly because when I’m not away at the office, I’m here trying to put a website together (as you may have gathered from some of my recent whining).

It’s damned hard to be literary, build a database-driven website from the ground up, and try to learn Flash at the same time. Flash really makes me feel stupid. As I was telling someone last night, Flash for Dummies seems to be going over my head. I’m looking for a copy of Flash for Total Fucking Morons.

Virtual/Reality

Monday, September 25th, 2006

Anyone who’s been online for any length of time probably has a few people he knows, and possibly some he considers friends, who he’s never met.

That’s one of the great things about the ‘net: It brings people into contact with other people who they’d never meet otherwise. They can separated geographically, socially, or for any number of other reasons, but even the other side of the world is just a few hops and a couple hundred milliseconds away over TCP/IP.

I’ve had a few “Internet friends” over the years. Some of them have become co-workers, some have ended up in my bed, and others have become very close friends in real life. Some have disappeared from my life, and some have remained bits out there in the ether, even some of the ones I’ve talked to online regularly for over a decade.

Then there’s the other group: The people I never realized I couldn’t stand. People who I found a hell of a lot more endearing online than when I had them standing right in front of me. Some personality traits just don’t translate well into ASCII, and real life has a way of changing someone you find amusing into someone who grates on your nerves. Maybe it’s a voice. Maybe it’s a nervous habit. Whatever it is, it’s something you can’t detect online, but it’s enough to destroy a perfectly good relationship once you know it’s there.

I hate when that happens.

Technology Addiction

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

You already know I’m a geek. I try to make that clear up front to prevent people to falling in love with me based on my irresistible exterior, only to find later that I have a raging inner nerd.

Like most of my fellow geeks, I have a few toys I can’t seem to live without. Here are some of them:

My Trēo Trēo 650

My current Palm Trēo is a 650; I upgraded from a 600. This thing’s my lifeline. I use it to make calls, as my instant messenger client, to play my MP3s, and to SSH into servers I administer. I do so much with it that sometimes I wonder how I got along without it.

Multiple Monitors

I’m not monogamous when it comes to my computer’s displays: the more I have, the happier I am. I currently use three on my primary home PC, and I’d probably hook up a fourth if I had a bigger desk. I’ll keep a browser on one screen, my mail on another, and still have one left for anything I might be working on at the time. For a multitasker like me who’s often trying to work in several programs at once, it’s a major time saver not to have to minimize and restore constantly just to keep the application I want on top.

The Trackball

Why people still use a mouse is beyond me. Who has the desk space? Give me a trackball that sits in one small space on my desk and never moves. Mouse officianados may complain that they’re less accurate, but I couldn’t disagree more. Once you’re used to a trackball, a mouse just seems clumsy.

Words of Wisdom: September 23, 2006

Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

If you ask someone to do something for you as a favor, and you know he hates doing it, don’t be surprised if he acts like he’s not having a good time.

What is Scientology?

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

I was walking back to the office today when a pretty young Scientologist handed me a personality assessment. This, of course, triggered a few Scientology jokes among my coworkers; Scientologists seem to get derided particularly harshly by techies.

It got me wondering where all the hostility comes from. Some of it I can understand — their aggressive legal actions against people who speak badly of them are fairly well-known. What I don’t get is people who seem to hate Scientology with a passion. I know a few: people from whom the mere mention of L. Ron Hubbard will invoke an angry tirade about the “cult.”

Admittedly, I’m no expert on the subject, but I suspect a lot of people who seem to fear or hate Scientology aren’t either. They’ve just heard a few stories about alien ancestors and mysterious hierarchies and it has provoked a negative reaction.

I have a hard time believing Scientology is as based in nonsense as a lot of people think. They’ve got a fairly large following, and most of them seem like normal, rational people. Maybe I’ve got too much faith in my fellow human beings, but if Scientology is so off-the-wall, how could they have as many members as they do?

I’m half-tempted to drop by the center down the street from my office one of these days, just see what they’re about. Hatred based on ignorance or fear of the unknown isn’t something I put much stock in, and I’ll admit the strange stories I’ve heard have me curious. I’m also fairly sure that if they’re brainwashing people, as I’ve heard from some of their more rabid detractors, one short information-gathering visit won’t be enough for them to suck out my brain and replace it with an alien one.

Then again, there has to be some explanation for Tom Cruise. That guy’s a nutjob.

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

I’m running on caffeine.

Every so often, I get fits of insomnia. I’ll have a several days where I can’t seem to stay in bed; the eyes pop open at strange times, and I know that no matter how much I’d like to, I won’t be able to go back to sleep.

I’m in the middle of one of those at the moment. If I start posting things here that sound like hallucinations, they probably are.

On 40

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006

Strange things started happening when I turned 40 last June.  I’m not just talking about having to yank hair out of parts of my body that never had it before. It’s not fact that I sound like firecrackers going off on Mexican Independence Day when I pull myself out of bed in the morning. I’m not referring to the way my metabolism has gotten so slow it seems to be going in reverse.

The strangest stuff is all psychological.  I don’t recall it ever happening before my 40th birthday, but from time to time I’ll mentally calculate how much time I’ve got left. I start thinking about all the things I really need to do before I’m really old.

It’s actually a bit motivating. After all, if I don’t get my ass in gear and start doing the things I’ve always promised myself I’d do one of these days, I could run out of time without them ever getting done.

Review: A New Found Glory/Coming Home

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

Originally posted at Last.fm:

Coming Home

I took some time today to give a listen to the new album from New Found Glory: Coming Home. I’ve been a fan of theirs for some time now; probably since the first time I heard From the Screen to Your Stereo around 2000.

Unfortunately while A New Found Glory’s earlier releases are fun, infectious romps, their more recent efforts have slid closer and closer to totally innocuous pop, and while they’ve always had a strong emo side, they’re starting to sound whiny. Coming Home continues that slide, to the point that the attitude and energy that placed them firmly in the punk-pop category in earlier years is all but gone.

I had a hard time finding any stand-out tracks on Coming Home. Most of it sounds very much like, well, toned-down New Found Glory. I found my feet tapping a bit to Too Good To Be, but the rest of the album, frankly, did little to impress me. It’s nothing we haven’t heard from them before, but includes none of what made them a good listen.

I really wanted to like Coming Home. Their last album, Catalyst, wasn’t perfect, but it had its moments and was a fun listen overall. With Coming Home, though, A New Found Glory may be starting to showing their age.