Tale of the Ketchup Bandit
You can come across some strange things on the web. If you read through or scroll down, the video of the mouse is pretty interesting.
When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building by George Bush.
He answered by saying that,
"Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return."
It became very quiet in the room.
(LILEKS) James : the Screed : Moore is less
If you ask me, Michael Moore is a gasbag who, if stuck with a pin, would fly around the room until he ended up on the floor as three pounds of wrinkled hot-dog skin and a sweat-stained ballcap. And if he is a balloon, that would mean that his penis is twisted in a tight little knot.
I just love creative, well-done disses of Michael Moore. This is best I've seen yet. Lileks has a quite a reputation in the blogosphere. I need to read him more often. (but geez, how can you keep up with all this...?)
If I had known Michael Moore was going to
get booed, I would've watched the Oscars. Some of the photos were interesting. I was happy to see Susan and Tim raising the victory sign on their way in.
I learned something from an insult left in my comments. Someone without the guts to leave an email, a link or any identifying characteristic, called me a "purblind moron." I'd never heard the word "purblind" before, so I looked it up and according to
Merriam-Webster, it means "lacking in vision, insight, or understanding." There's also an obsolete meaning of "wholly blind." From looking at the referrer logs the offending visitor was likely from the UK. Perhaps they use that word more commonly over there.
Instead of watching the Oscars, in their honor we drove up to Cuba, NM (get it?) and had fajitas at El Bruno's restaurant. The drive is about an hour and fifteen minutes and the food is worth it. The short roadie was nice -- there's something about cruising down the highway at night that clears my head, and boy did I need it. I'm contemplating some wholesale change in my life, and concurrently my wife and I are contemplating wholesale change in ours. The two situations are not the same but they are concurrent, I know because I looked up "concurrent" at
Merriam-Webster.
Quit imagining things. We are definitely
not doing what your morbid imagination is conjuring. But I may need a new job soon, and we are tiring of New Mexico and its third-world socialist government. This place becomes more of a banana republic all the time. Lucy has a good job though, and those being soooooo rare around here....