Boring facts about me
Born on Halloween (Doesn't seem to surprise anyone?!?)
Born in Hanford, California
Lived in 5 states CA,WA,OR,ID,OK,IL 
(Currently and Permanently in ID)
I am 39 years old (Surprises most I've lived this long)
I am a little guy (6'2", 235lbs.)
My maturity level is barely above my kids

...and that's the way it is at Doug's Pointless Playground

"Doug Miers first arrived on Earth thirty-five years ago, an infant in an alien spacecraft that crashed-landed on his foster parents' doorstep. He was raised in a small Texas town where he thrived on a steady diet of nails, depleted uranium and poptarts.

"Doug was kidnapped in his sleep one night and brought to California, where he was forced to attend Stanford University. After reading Finnegans Wake for the twenty-seventh time, he found the nerve to cross the street and finally escaped captivity.

"After several failed attempts at world domination, Doug turned to the next logical career choice: comic books. After paying dues as a ghost writer, creative consultant, comic book writer and video game designer, he joined the sequential graphics conspiracy and is now embroiled in the proliferation of comic books across the country."


Doug Miers, "not just another mutant web master."

Douglas' Detective Company

Sorry, I don't have a clue....

Doug helps Dr. Gridlock

....Reader Anna C. Martin of Falls Church asked why drivers sometimes stop two or three car lengths from the vehicle in front of them at stoplights. "I find this disconcerting and dangerous," she wrote. "What is the philosophy of this?"

I didn't know and asked the audience. There's no shortage of helpful answers....

Dear Dr. Gridlock:

In response to Anna C. Martin of Falls Church: The reason the gap is not closed (1 1/2 to two car lengths should be sufficient) is because the driver of the second car is doing two things.

First, should there be an incident three, four or five cars back and the driver of the second car reacts quickly and safely, he/she should be able to get out of the way.

Second, should the car in front become disabled, you have enough room to go forward and around the car, thus preventing a traffic backup.

Doug Folks
Mechanicsville

It can't get much better than this: a site about movie dogs by a guy named Doug.

Tales from the Dougside

They speak for themselves.

Another Doug flips his lid.

"Don't Ask Don't Tell" takes a notorious public-domain stinker from 1954 — the numbingly dull science-fiction thriller "Killers From Space" — and fixes it up with a new, tongue-in-cheek soundtrack. A technique pioneered by Woody Allen (who turned a Japanese spy movie into "What's Up, Tiger Lily?" in 1966) and later adapted by the television series "Mystery Science Theater 3000," it's a gag that's worn a bit thin over the years, though "Don't Ask" still finds a few chuckles. The original film starred the B-movie stalwart Peter Graves as Dr. Douglas Martin, a nuclear scientist kidnapped by a band of space aliens and reprogrammed to act as their spy inside the Army's atomic bomb project. The reconfigured version, directed by Doug Miles, finds Mr. Graves, now with the voice of Erik Frandsen, kidnapped by the same aliens, though their plan is somewhat different: with the help of a mysterious ray, they intend to turn every earthling into a homosexual. "We are the men who make you gay," boasts the alien leader, thus putting an abrupt end to the nature-versus-nurture question that has troubled psychologists for years.

from:
Friends of Dorothy From Over the Rainbow
New York Times, 20 September 2002

You go, Dougs!

Indeed, the face of this bleak society gives little clue to a new spirit. Mornings in Pyongyang start with melancholy notes floating from loudspeakers to awaken the city. "It's called 'The Song of Our Great Leader Kim Il Sung,' " said a government guide. "That's how our people start their morning." The song is not a call to hopeful expectations, but rather a summons to another day of resigned toil.

The high-rise cement apartment buildings seem to grow out of a morning mist of sooty smoke from wood and coal fires. A rhythmic chant comes from a group of young men already at their mandatory calisthenics. The sun struggles up red and angry from the smog.

In the evenings, residents linger outside. There is no rush to go home, for home is a drab, cramped apartment. At a city park, there is more murmur than talk, subdued and without laughter. Families spread a few dishes on a concrete plaza and eat quietly as the night wraps around them, until they are but black shapes in a darkened city.

At home, their apartments are lit by one or two bulbs or a fluorescent light. Men in undershirts and women in housedresses are at the open windows, leaning out as though to escape the gloom. Children crowd onto a single sliding board on a narrow cement playground. A few workers shovel from the pile of coal dumped outside each building, moving the fuel to the basement beside creaking furnaces.

The weak glow from the windows seems all the more dismal for the gloriously lit monuments and heroic tableaus that shimmer against the dark backdrop.

Doug Strucke, waxing poetic in a socialist realist vein,
in the Washington Post , 21 September 2002.

"Here Jo is looking at the Newton's Cradle.
It's stood on the back of the conjoined lower halves of a pair of twins -- I'm looking off-camera to their conjoined upper halves.
To find the text of the story, just put "bowling night" and "newton's cradle" into your favourite search engine.
There are eight images in all:
Jo gets a prize, The twins drink their coffee, Newton's cradle (uncensored), Jo divided, This arm is getting lighter, losing her waist, unzipping the shorts, and the bowling lesson."

Douglas' LiveJournal

"now orbiting planet doug"

Looking up in the forest, Doug paints, cosmically.

In case you were wondering where to get "up to date infomation on Tasmanian Table Tennis, particularly activities at the Kingborough headquarters of the Southern Tasmanian Table Tennis Association" -- the Doug McLean Table Tennis Website

"Kiwi and Rudy: Our dogs are so much fun!!  They just love to hang around with people.  So cute! Kiwi even does those funny movements when she is sleeping like 'I'm running really fast and catching stuff.  Oh, it's so much fun.  Woof, Woof!'  She is also fun to give a bath to.  We put her in the shower and wash her, but when she gets ready to do the shake thing, we close the sliding door and stay dry."

Doug Campbell avoiding the shake thing.

How stars explode....

Good work, Doug.

M. Douglas Wray, agent of karma

Words don't suffice....

"I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and god-like trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love,and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. "

continues at:
The Homepage of Douglas Sloane

"My research focuses on computational models of language processing. The main questions I seek to address are how adults comprehend and produce sentences and how children learn these abilities. More specific issues I am concerned with involve the representation of word meanings, how semantics and syntax interact, and the effects of delayed learning or interference from a primary language in second-language learning. "

I'm trying hard to understand what the people around me are saying, too, Doug.

"Hi!  My name is Rusty. This is my website, pretty cool huh?  I am a miniature dachshund and my birthday is the same as Doug's! My favorite things to do are stealing my friend Scooter's pigs ears, and eating cheese.  I had back surgery in January, but now I feel great!  I have more toys than any other "little guy" I know. My dad says I'm the best! Come back often, cause dad says he's gonna add more pictures of me often!"

Doug, Dad of a Talking Dog....

"Whether or not the attacks were the triggering event for a recession, analysts agree they will mean a continuing and costly bid to build up the nation's defenses against similar events -- something other nations like Britain have learned to deal with in the face of groups that sponsor terrorism.

'The long-term effect is going to be that we will be spending a lot more on security, which is spending that we don't measure very well and that means that our productivity rates may not be as good as they have been,'' said economist Doug Lee of Economics from Washington.

Already, Lee noted, the Bush administration is proposing a new homeland security department and boosting spending on airport security and on immigration controls. The Congressional Budget Office is forecasting that 80 percent of budget surpluses once forecast at $1.7 trillion for the decade from 2002 to 2011 will melt away. "
New York Times, 8 September 2002

Who profits as the "budget surplus" money gets spent on homeland security (and the war we seem to be sleepwalking towards), Doug?

"....My only other experience with barbecue was highly disastrous. All I'll say about that episode is, if you don't know how to cook ribs, don't even think about serving your first attempt to guests, and don't use a gas grill. Some years later, after attending a real barbecue, where the meat is cooked "low and slow", I realized I needed to learn the ways of authentic barbecueing. I got ambitious, cleaned up the old smoker, and gave it a shot. I was amazed that, even for a trial run - on this old hunk of junk - it didn't turn out half bad. So, knowing it could be better, I set out to try to improve the results."

No longer cooking with gas at House of Doug.

Scroll down for cool "Doug" logo.

"Dr. Vakoch started his work in SETI during high school, where he won several awards at International Science and Engineering Fairs for his interstellar messages for communicating with extraterrestrials. He continues to research ways that different civilizations might create messages that could be transmitted across interstellar space, allowing communication between humans and extraterrestrials even without face-to-face contact. Dr. Vakoch is particularly interested in how we might compose reply messages that would begin to express what it's like to be human. In addition to his work in composing interstellar messages, Dr. Vakoch conducts research on the history of the extraterrestrial life debate, policy issues related to SETI, and possible psychological and religious responses to detecting a signal from extraterrestrial intelligence."

from:
Doug Vakoch - Social Scientist

Earth calling Doug...come in, Doug....

".... in 1997 my doctors suggested that getting a computer would be a good way to retrain my brain as being in a coma for over a month had some affect on my ability to remember and think clearly. This was the first time I was seriously introduced to a computer and at first honestly didn’t feel that it was going to help me....In 1999 I started working on building this website and for the most part felt I had finished it in December of that same year. Little did I realize it wouldn't be long before I would start to write my own poetry. Mostly derived from thoughts pertaining to me and the situations that I've gone through in my own life it soon became a great way to express my thoughts and feelings in a positive way. At the same time I also started to feel that if I could share my poetry with others, they too may be able to relate with my writings and hopefully be inspired in some small way. It's also given me a lot of satisfaction and gratitude and like most homepages it will never be finished. "

from:
Doug's World

"Deadly Doug is a site for all Aston Villa fans who have been following the club for far too long to take life seriously."

DougtheSlug.com

Cats and Doug's obsession, furry.

dougah: Most pirates are mystics, aren't they?? In a kind of sorta way?

the pirate: hey dougah, i'm a mystic. and they all thought pirates were dumb.

doug: A bird, eh? I'd like to be a falcon, or maybe an albatross. Yeah! Around somone's neck... Oh, wait, I am. I am.

Mute Troubador