Couples In Hotels - A History
Sit down, you little buggers, and I will tell you a story . A story that needs to be told, and remembered.
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Ralla - a Sinhala Transliterated Input System for IBUS
For a long time I have been trying to type in Sinhala. On Windows 95 I used the transliterated typing system crated by Chrismal Panditharatne, and when I moved to Linux, I had to find a new system. Mainly because I was not used to touch-typing, I was also not used to typing on the Wijesekara Keyboard Layout. So, with all of that, I had to find another way.
Protesting woman holding up a sign saying "what lessens one of us, lessens all of us" - credit Micheile Henderson
Guns, Rights, and Why We Don't Need You
A few days ago a Facebook friend shared a post by a gun-rights page about why gun owners are not coming to save the protesters in Portland and other places being targeted by the police and federal agencies. Namely, because the gun-owners have been insulted by the political left as racist, bigoted, misogynist, and many other things.
Asterix: The Secret of the Magic Potion - A review
No one in the USA seems to have heard of Asterix: The Secret of the Magic Potion, but out here in Asia-land, where we grew up on the tales of Asterix, Obelix, and the rest of the mad, mad inhabitants of that little Gaulish village that withstood the might of Caesar and all his legions, the movie was greeted with loud cheers.
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I will punch you in the face
I will not punch you in the face for being a Nazi. Though I find Nazism abhorrent, it's your right to believe in it. I will not punch you in the face for being a racist. Again, you have the absolute, inalienable right to that stupid, outdated, abhorrent belief. Being stupid is not a crime, although there are many days I wish it were. I will not punch you in the face for hanging out with your Nazi, racist, supremacist friends in your little fortresses of hate and stupidity.
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The Pros and the Cons
So the pros are out. Running their cons. And we're supposed to choose which one to bend over and spread our cheeks for.  
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The New Year Election Predictions
OK, so it's not just predictions. It's my thoughts on this entire jing-bang fiasco grim fandango Vicious Cabaret. I don't wan't Mahinda to win The Beast has had a long run. He has had it for long enough. He has had it for too long. The corruption, the hatred, the bullshit has gone on for far too long. I like some of the things he has done, but I don't like, neither do I agree with the way he has done so many of those things.
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Sri Lanka Board of Foreign Employment leaves 100,000 names and passport and ID numbers up for grabs
It all started with Trevor and Tekla Fernando. People who listened to the English Service of the Sri Lanka Broadcasting Corporation in the 80s and early 90s may remember them. In an era where getting a request in on the radio meant writing a real, actual, snail mail letter, Trevor and Tekla (who many may remember because of the alliteration in their names) managed to get a request in - an their names read on - every single request show on the SLBC English service. Every. Single. Day.
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Why we should stop hating on the "marry your rapist law" .. at least a little bit
Yes, Sri Lanka's Minister of Child Development and Womens' Affairs is a man. Yes, he's said that he's qualified to be the Minister because he has six sisters, a wife, and two daughters. Yeah, he's a bit of an idiot.
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I Hate The N-Word
No, not "nigger". I hate "the n-word". I also hate "the f-word", "the c-word", "the j-word" and every f-wording some-letter-in-the-f-wording-alphabet-word out there. The thing is ... I have no problem with the word "nigger." Or dick, or fuck, or cunt, or any other word.
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Vampires, and zombies, and werewolves ... oh my!!
My friend Damith came down to dotelkay from dotus a few weeks ago, and just before he left we engaged in our time homoured tradition of sitting up on the roof and talking until the wee hours of the morning. There is usually alcohol involved, but this time his father had hidden the key to the liquor cupboard, damn the luck. And as it is with such conversations, the topics were wide and varied, and one of them was the social significance of vampires, zombies, and werewolves. So hear me out. There may be a test later.
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Death! Note!
Well what a fine that week that was. Three funerals in one week. Parents of people I care about. You realise that you have gone to too many funerals when the guys at the crematorium ask you "weren't you here last week?" But some of the things that happened in the past week got me thinking. A friend of mine was given a 3% chance that his mother would live if they did neuro-surgery on her. Not a 3% chance she would be back to normal, but a 3% chance that she would fall into the category that we call "not dead." So he agreed. And got a bill for LKR1.2 million.
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The Dambulla Logs
It's 5am. I am in Dambulla with Navin, and it looks like we are about to get beaten up. It's my fault of course. It always is. A bunch of robe-monkeys supported by about 2000 idiotic cunts of misery decide that it would be a wonderful thing to attack an Islamic Mosque during prayers. If you gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about what is happening in Sri Lanka, you would know about this. And with the accuracy of all the news we get, Navin and I decide that it was time for a road trip.
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ARISE SINHALESE!!
Sometimes, you can't argue with racism. All you can do is laugh at it. There is a post going around facebook that the Sinhala race is dying, because its birthrate is substantially less than that of the Muslims and Tamils. The numbers are wrong. The facts are wrong. It is just a piece of sensationalist lies that certain groups want to accept. There is no arguing with it. Just laughing at it. Hence...  
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Great Geeks Retreating!
"This was a great idea you had, Such." "I had? I thought you had it!" When Navn Weeraratne and I had this conversation, we knew we were on to something good. Something big. Something so awesome and geeky and awesomely geeky it could only be called "The Great Geek Retreat". Of course it came out of a drunken conversation - as such things so often do - but it is shaping up to be something special.
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The Law of Legitimacy
Prabhakaran, they say, was captured in Mullaitivu during the last days of the war along with his family, tortured, and killed. Of course, there is no proof about this. Any evidence is circumstantial. What proof exists - if it exists - is probably locked away in some vault.
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The Penn Street Moochers
I always wanted to be a writer. Not just a writer, but a Writer. A Chronicler of my Age. I read the greats. Hemingway. Thoreau. Kerouac. Runyon. And I dreamed of joining those hallowed ranks. Me and Jon Patterson. We were inseparable those days. And his dream was just like mine.
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Those who forget the lessons of history....
I was there watching the election when Sarath Fonseka ran for president and lost. And then the Army surrounded the Galadari Hotel where he was waiting.
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What is love?
A long time ago my FEW called me a robot. She said that I had no emotions. That I didn't feel. I, of course, took that as a compliment. I have always valued rationality over emotions. Mr. Spock was my hero. Even to this day I would rather solve problems through rational discourse rather than screaming and shouting. But that doesn't seem to work too well with women. Women want me to make an emotional commitment to them. And I find this is something I just cannot do.
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Paying for Petrol
The hot news is that the LKGOV is compensating people for engine damages caused by the substandard petrol that was imported by the Ceypetco. Now at face value this sounds like an excellent idea. After all, it is only fair that the people who fucked up your car engine pay for the damage they caused.