Father Quart is real! And

Father Quart is real!

And he's taken a turn for the worse!

"I could hear my heart beat in ecstasy before the beauty of
the body offered before me. I smothered the body with the sweat of my
skin,"

Yep. Other than the gay sex bit, and the promiscuity, this sounds just like the main character in The Seville Communion
to me. What the hell! In case you haven't read his work before,
Perez-Reverte's characters are fascinated with women's skin.
Consistently. He spent most of The Nautical Chart counting of his female protagonist's freckles.

Sounds like him. hmmmm.
Perhaps Father Quart is real. Perhaps Arturo ran into him somewhere in
Spain while the old priest was there for a conference, wheedled his
story out of him over a few bottles of wine and then based Father Quart
on him???
{insert running to bookcase to look it up}
Ah, hell. Quart ended up in Bogota, not Buenos Aires. I'm consistently
confusing my South American capitols. Pardon moi.
See? This is why I write fiction. I'm good at making
things up out of nothing. My day isn't generally complete if I don't
(at the very least) think up something like this. Whether I write it up
is another story entirely. (Just in case you were wondering, Arturo
Perez-Reverte is one of my favorite authors. He's a wonderful writer,
but he kills me because he only writes in Spanish and I have to wait
years for the translations because I'm an idiot who can't read Spanish.
Check him out if you get the chance.)

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Um, I hate to ask,

Um, I hate to ask, but could you send the jet stream back up to Canada?
Paul Douglas---yeah, the weatherman on WCCO who looks like Pee Wee
Herman. You know who I'm talking about? Yes. {nods head} It's bad isn't
it? The makeup lady needs to cut back on his blush. ME TOO!
I swear to God, I keep waiting to hear stories of him being arrested at
some skanky movie theater, the resemblance is so strong.----just said
that it was going to get down to 45 degrees tonight.
Now, I don't mean to nitpick or anything, but hell-ooooooo?

FORTY-FIVE-FRICKIN'-DEGREES DURING THE LAST FULL WEEK IN JUNE?

You want to explain that one to me? Because, as sure as I'll be pissed off at some point tomorrow, I am not turning the furnace back on.

Did you hear me? I'm not turning the furnace back on. I'll shiver under the duvet if I have to, but I'm not going to do it. It's summer.
Which means hot weather, suntans, sticky ice-cream coated fingers, the
smell of sunscreen---are you getting the gist, Momma Nature? It's not
supposed to be this cold in June. {Insert lightning bolt crashing down
here, smothering me with ozone and electricity} Ahem. Sorry. I do have
a suggestion, though? Send the cold weather back up to Alaska---where
it's ninety-some odd degrees right now---they're probably dropping like
flies from heat exhaustion. They don't have central air there. I,
however, do have central air and I'm willing to take one for the team.
Yep. Give me some of that old-fashioned, Midwestern summah-weathah! I
can take it! I'll leave you be now. Thanks for hearing me out. I
appreciate it.

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Allow me to repeat myself.

Allow me to repeat myself. Good.
One can only hope the Saudi security services who found and killed this
bastard made sure he wasn't going to attain martyr status.
I'm currently reading this
and I have to admit, I enjoy Clancy's cleverness. Without spoiling it
for everyone, let's just say there are some Muslim men who want to
become martyrs. They've prepared themselves, according to their
religion, and after doing the deed that will gain them entrance into
paradise and the requisite seventy-two virgins, one of their number's
hopes for paradise is derailed when one of the heroes puts a football
in the dying martyr's hands. "Pigskin," he says, as he watches the
guy's eyes go wide with fear right before he dies.
Rather satisfying, if I don't say so myself.

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Again. I know. I'm a

Again. I know. I'm a demanding wench. Sue me.

The second part of INDC Journal's
Memorial Day Weekend is up.
And it's lovely.
Go Read.

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Fausta's proud to be dumb.

Fausta's proud to be dumb.

To quote the instadude: INDEED.

(And I am SO there on the Forrest Gump business. I hate that frickin' movie. UGH!)

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The EU Constitution has been

The EU Constitution has been saved...for the time being.

The constitution will give the bloc stronger leadership
with a long-term president of the European Council and a foreign
minister to represent it on the world stage, more powers for the
European Parliament and more decisions taken by majority vote.
Britain fought a successful rearguard battle to preserve national
vetoes on key policy areas such as taxation, social security, foreign
and defence policy and criminal law.
France, Germany and the Netherlands found a last-minute compromise on
how much-flouted EU budget deficit rules should be policed.
But Poland and other Roman Catholic countries failed to secure a
reference to Europe's Christian heritage.
Simmering acrimony among the key players flared earlier when Prime
Minister Tony Blair fired a broadside at the leaders of France and
Germany, telling them they did not run Europe alone or with some inner
circle.
"We are operating in a Europe of 25...not six or two or one," Blair's
official spokesman told reporters.

So, basically Blaque Jacques got what he wanted as far as the
Constitution is concerned. The primary concern of both France and
Germany---whose economies are in the toilet right now---is for them to
be able have their cake and eat it too. Heavy social spending means
they're in hock. The single currency better known as the Euro could be
dragged down by their borrowing. This relaxation of the policing rules
means that France and Germany can allow their deficits to exceed 3% of
their GDP and they won't have to pay any fines that the EU is supposed
to levy in such a circumstance. But Blacque Jacques is having issues
getting his way with the EU Presidency, which is still up for grabs:

Several delegations voiced anger at Chirac's insistence
the successful contender should come from a country with long EU
experience that was in all the main European policy initiatives,
notably the euro single currency and Schengen open-border area.
That would rule out anyone from Britain, Ireland, Denmark, Sweden and
the 10 mainly East European states which joined on May 1, reuniting
Europe after its Cold War division.

Let's see all of the countries that does include. Germany, Spain,
Italy, Lichtenstein, Portugal, Belgium, the Netherlands, and of course FRANCE!
Jacques' and Gerhard's boy is Belgian Prime Minister Guy Verhofstadt.
He fits. Blair's boy is Chris Patten, who, if memory serves is a
current EU Commissioner, and was previously the Governor of Hong Kong
(and a rather brave one at that)back when it still belonged to the UK.
But reportedly he doesn't speak French well enough for Blacque Jacques'
taste. (And no, I'm not kidding.) Gah!
I do believe if the monarchy was still around, Jacques would throw a
coup, usurp the King and take over for himself. Then he wouldn't have
to deal with any charges of corruption, there wouldn't be a parliament
to give him grief and he could wage war whenever he damn well pleased.
He could then rub his hands together, chuckle evilly, while staring at
a map of Europe and saying,"Yes, Gerhard, you will be mine. I shall have you! And you will no longer swill Budweiser!"
Yep. Blacque Jacques would have been a guy who would have thought it
was good to be King. How much you wanna bet he'll bitch about democracy
when a single country's referendum strikes this bloated mass of
paperwork down?

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Bashir is trying to pull

Bashir is trying to pull a fast one on Annan and Powell.

ABU SHOUK, Sudan, June 27 -- The Sudanese villagers in this
western region of Darfur were bombed. They were raped. Their huts were
burned and their grain pillaged. Now, those who fled the chaos say they
are being silenced. The Sudanese government dispatched 500 men last
week to this sweltering camp of 40,000 near El Fashir, capital of North
Darfur state, the refugees and aid workers said. The men, some dressed
in civilian clothes, others in military uniforms, warned the refugees
to keep quiet about their experiences when Secretary of State Colin L.
Powell and U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan visit the region next
week.
{...}"They kicked us and said, 'Stop talking,' " said Malki Ali
Abduallah, 25, who fled the fighting six months ago with six children
and a cooking pot. "I said, 'No, no, no. I am angry. I am tired. I
don't want to be quiet.
"You already stole my life. What else can you take?" she recounted
saying, sweating in the 115 degree midday heat as 40 people gathered
around her in support, many telling similar stories. Near the crowd,
however, stern-faced men wearing safari outfits, pilot sunglasses and
leopard-skin slippers listened in and made calls on cell phones. The
villagers and the aid workers said the men were among those dispatched
by the government.
The men also told the villagers that they would impersonate victims
when the U.S. and U.N. delegations arrived and tell them that the
government had done nothing wrong and that rebels operating against the
government in the region were to blame, the villagers and aid workers
said.

And yet, somehow, the UN thinks by having the Secretary-General and the
Secretary of State visit, Bashir is suddenly going to follow the
straight and narrow path to redemption and the resumption of US trade
relations.
Sigh.
There is a difference between what is said and one is done. Bashir will
say one thing and do another and he will still be in power when all is
said and done and the people in Darfur will still be suffering.

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You know, I knew this

You know, I knew this was coming up, but it almost slipped past me.

But it didn't...courtesy of Wizbang.

Ten years ago today, the husband gave me this:


Engagement
Ring (sorry for the quality---couldn't quite get it right.)
The husband, some months before OJ did his slow speed chase, had
proposed at a rest stop along Interstate 680 in western Iowa. We were
traveling back to Des Moines from Omaha and it hadn't been a smooth
visit. I'm not going to go into details, but the man pulled over to the
side of the road, cut the loop off his yo-yo and proposed, using the
loop as my "ring." I said yes.
One of his friends told me later that this meant the husband was really
devoted to me because to do such a thing---cutting the loop off a
favorite yo-yo---was not something one did lightly. And he was
completely serious when he said this. Granted he was also drunk, but he
really did mean it.
Fast forward six months, and we're on the road between Des Moines and
Omaha again. This time we're going to Omaha to do wedding things over
the weekend. It's a Friday night and we're getting married in two
months. Whenever we're on the road, it's a running joke that whenever
we pass a rest stop, whomever is driving asks, "Gotta pee?" It probably
doesn't sound all that funny, but it is for us. It's a long
story that I'm not going to tell on a blog. Anyway, we're almost to
Omaha. It's a perfect Midwestern summer night. Warm, starry, a slight
breeze to carry your mind away. The perfect relaxer. I'm driving and I
see the sign up ahead. I ask the usual question. The husband,
surprisingly, replies in the affirmative: he can always hold it---he's
a man that way. I pull over and he goes inside. I stay put. When he
returns, he pulls the ring out of his pocket and asks me to marry him
again. I say "yes." We drive on, we arrive and walk into my parent's
house. The TV was on, per usual, and They were showing the white Bronco
again. I figured it was a recap, until my Dad tells me that OJ was
still driving it. He'd been driving the Bronco when we'd left Des
Moines. He was still driving around when we got to Omaha. It's a two
hour drive. I couldn't help thinking how different the world was and
how varied the people in it were. Here I was a very happy girl who
couldn't stop staring at her left hand, and OJ, well...
Then, in the fashion of most self-absorbed twenty-three-year-olds, I
ran to my Mom to show her my ring. And OJ was forgotten.

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Yep. We're changing things. What?

Yep. We're changing things.

What? You thought we'd be looking to Robert's Rules of Order
to establish the parameters for this grudge match? I think not. For two
reasons:
1. I had enough of Parliamentary Procedure when I took minutes for the
Government of the Student Body at Iowa State University. All I can say
about that is thank the ever lovin' Lord I was paid for that. Toads are
better behaved than student senators. They talk less, too. it's two-thirty in the freakin' morning. I've got a class at eight. Call the freakin' question already!
2. Why on Earth would I subject myself to a set of rules that share the
same name as my competitor? Pfft. Again, I think not. I'm not a
conspiracy theorist by any means, but damn, that's just going to far
toward X-Files territory for my tastes. So, here's how it's going to
go:
We posted our essays yesterday...you can read them here and here.
Tomorrow we'll be posting our rebuttals. And when you all get back to
your computers on Tuesday after having struggled through a long holiday
weekend soaked in beer and illuminated by the fiery forces of
gunpowder, what shall await you but a Bonus Round of two hundred and fifty words devoted to throwing a chair against Emma's head. Er. I suppose one of us will be devoted to putting Elizabeth in a head lock, but I really don't feel the need to mention it because it's not like it really matters all that much because obviously
Emma's going to lose. So, I'll be posting an additional two hundred and
fifty words about Elizabeth. Robert (who feels he's going to lose if he
doesn't get an extra shot at redeeming Emma because this was his idea)
will be posting about Emma and then it will be time for you to decide
which heroine is the champion of your hearts, your minds and (ahem) YOUR SENSE.

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Havin' some fun with Bubba!

Havin' some fun with Bubba!

UPDATE: link fixed

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Michelle Malkin lobs a softball

Michelle Malkin lobs a softball at P.J. O'Rourke today. And not in a nice, underhanded, slow-pitch way.

P.J. O'Rourke's snarky article in The Atlantic attacking
Rush and conservative talk radio. I adored O'Rourke in my 20s. Now, I
find him so very 9/10 and out-of-touch. And there are tons of bloggers
who are so much funnier.

The article she's referring to is this one,
wherein Peej makes the claim that conservative talk radio shows, like
Rush Limbaugh, are the equivalent of preaching to the choir.

Me. I am a little to the right of ... Why is the Attila
comparison used? Fifth-century Hunnish depredations on the Roman Empire
were the work of an overpowerful executive pursuing a policy of
economic redistribution in an atmosphere of permissive social mores. I
am a little to the right of Rush Limbaugh. I'm so conservative that I
approve of San Francisco City Hall marriages, adoption by same-sex
couples, and New Hampshire's recently ordained Episcopal bishop. Gays
want to get married, have children, and go to church. Next they'll be
advocating school vouchers, boycotting HBO, and voting Republican. I
suppose I should be arguing with my fellow right-wingers about that,
and drugs, and many other things. But I won't be. Arguing, in the sense
of attempting to convince others, has gone out of fashion with
conservatives. The formats of their radio and television programs allow
for little measured debate, and to the extent that evidence is
marshaled to support conservative ideas, the tone is less trial of
Socrates than Johnnie Cochran summation to the O.J. jury. Except the
jury—with a clever marketing strategy—has been rigged. I wonder,
when was the last time a conservative talk show changed a mind? This is
an argument I have with my father-in-law, an avid fan of such programs.
Although again, I don't actually argue, because I usually agree with my
father-in-law. Also, he's a retired FBI agent, and at seventy-eight is
still a licensed private investigator with a concealed-weapon permit.
But I say to him, "What do you get out of these shows? You already
agree with everything they say."
"They bring up some good points," he says.
"That you're going to use on whom? Do some of your retired-FBI-agent
golf buddies feel shocked by the absence of WMDs in Iraq and want to
give Saddam Hussein a mulligan and let him take his tee shot over?"
And he looks at me with an FBI-agent look, and I shut up. But the
number and popularity of conservative talk shows have grown apace since
the Reagan Administration. The effect, as best I can measure it, is
nil. In 1988 George Bush won the presidency with 53.4 percent of the
popular vote. In 2000 Bush's arguably more conservative son won the
presidency with a Supreme Court ruling. A generation ago there wasn't
much conservatism on the airwaves. For the most part it was lonely Bill
Buckley moderating Firing Line. But from 1964 to 1980 we went from
Barry Goldwater's defeat with 38.5 percent of the popular vote to
Ronald Reagan's victory with 50.8 percent of the popular vote. Perhaps
there was something efficacious in Buckley's—if he'll pardon the
word—moderation.

I'm with Peej on this one. Mainly because I'm a P.J. suckup, but also because I think he's correct. I, too, want debate.
I want arguments to be presented that will change people's minds. I
don't, however, want to listen to Rush blather on about how "right" he
is on the issues. Have you ever listened to Rush Limbaugh? And I mean
really listened to him? It's the sound of one hand clapping.
His calls tend to go something like this: someone will call in, they
will say how much they love his show and how pleased they are to have
gone on the air, they'll make their point, and instead of Rush
commenting on their point, he will say that it agrees with his
overall point and will blather on about that. As best as I can
ascertain, he doesn't really want to talk to the people who call in: he
wants them to set him up so he can blather on about what he thinks.

It's so highly annoying. I know what Rush thinks. How can you not know what Rush thinks? For three hours a day, every Monday though Friday, you hear what he thinks. And not a whole hell of a lot more. I want to hear new and interesting points brought up and then I want to hear him discuss those new and interesting points on their merits,
not about how nicely they dovetail with his views. Rush is a very smart
man. I do respect his opinion and his way of wording things, but he has
this massive opportunity to push the debate further and he ignores it.
Granted, Rush sells and that's why he's on the air. Fine and dandy. No
hassles here, but what's the point of having callers, then? I've always
wondered this, since the very first time the husband made me listen to
Rush. Why doesn't he just devote his show to a three hour monologue,
where he blathers on about whatever he so chooses? People would still
listen in and it would be a much more intellectually honest broadcast,
in my view. After all, why do you need feedback from your listeners if
you're not going to pay attention to it? As of now, there's no
intellectual honesty on Rush's broadcast because there's no dissent: it
all the dissent gets weeded out at the switchboard. And it's too damn
bad because Rush, as I wrote earlier, is an intelligent, well-spoken
guy. This is the same format that has found its way onto every
conservative talk radio show that I've ever listened to. And I've
listened to more than a few. Actual debate is frowned upon; agreement
with the host will bring you manna from heaven. What Rush and the other
talk show hosts are better at is reinforcing the ideas and letting
listeners know that they're not alone. That's fine. I don't have issues
with that. If you need to tune into Rush or some other like-minded
alternative to hear that you're not alone in your worldview, that's
fine. Been there, done that. But Rush and his compadres are not pushing
the Grand Debate of Conservative Thought further because there is no debate.
They're not interested in bringing people over to the conservative
point of view because they apparently don't see the need for it. They're right
after all, and when you're "right," everyone else is automatically
wrong. Conservative talk radio, for the most part, is all vinegar and
no honey and Peej nailed that one squarely on the head.
Of course, however, none of this really matters because Malkin lays her
frustration with Tom Harkin's resolution on P.J.'s doorstep, as if he
was the one to blame for Harkin's idiotic amendment.

So O'Rourke opines that "the number and popularity of
conservative talk shows have grown apace since the Reagan
Administration. The effect, as best I can measure it, is nil." Perhaps
he should ask the soldiers abroad who voted overwhelmingly to put Rush
on their airwaves what the impact of his show is. Or maybe he should
head to Sean Hannity's Freedom Concert on July 8, which raises millions
of dollars for military families. Or maybe he should meet Hugh Hewitt.
Or maybe O'Rourke should use some of his frequent flyer miles and do
some traveling to major metropolitan U.S. cities, where conservative
talk radio offers rare relief from liberal orthodoxy--and where talk
show hosts have spearheaded effective activism. KSFO in San Francisco
led the Gray Davis recall brigade. KVI in Seattle was instrumental in
launching the successful fight against Hillarycare and in support of an
initiative abolishing government racial preferences.

Malkin conveniently neglects the plain and simple truth of the matter
that, hey, Peej was talking about long-term conservative electoral
gains, not whatever show Sean Hannity is hosting to support military
families. Yet she's ticked off enough at Tom Harkin (and honestly who
can blame her...ignorant ass that he is)that instead of railing on
Harkin or his amendment, she fires both barrels at Peej---who most
assuredly doesn't deserve it for pointing out an inescapable truth
about conservative talk radio. Peej isn't "out-of-it." Nor is he
"9/10." He just keeps a wide eye on all
of the conservative movement and on the opposition. Nor does he do a
chicken little song and dance every time some liberal gets their
panties in a wad. He writes on the absurdity of DC and politics in
general and he's been doing this for quite some time. Why does Malkin
claim he's "out-of-it"? What? Because he finally got married and
reproduced, he's not witty enough anymore? Or is it like I suspect and
he's not "conservative" enough for Malkin's taste and that is what's
really got her bothered? Peej's and her brands of conservatism, after
all, don't necesarily mesh. The problem here is that Malkin thinks that
this new brand of conservatism---the one bandied about by hundreds of
talk radio show hosts who don't allow for dissent, who are always
"right"---is the wave of the future. Peej, takes the long view,
and disagrees. I, personally, think it will take conservatism down
because it's so rigid, but that's neither here nor there. Before Malkin
lobs off anymore softballs at anyone in the conservative movement, she
needs to take a good look at herself. After all, calling P.J. O'Rourke,
of all people, a "cocooned Beltway conservative snob" smacks to me of
throwing the first stone when she herself isn't without sin.

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Somebody at Yellowstone has some

Somebody at Yellowstone has some seriously fat fingers.

MIAMI - A teacher's aide who forgot to put away her
marshmallows and hot chocolate at Yellowstone National Park last year
was taken from her cruise ship cabin in handcuffs and hauled before a
judge Friday, accused of failing to pay the year-old fine. Hope Clarke,
32, crying and in leg shackles, told the judge she was rousted at 6:30
a.m. by federal agents after the ship returned to Miami from Mexico.
She insisted that she had been required to pay the $50 fine before she
could leave Yellowstone, which has strict rules about food storage to
prevent wildlife from eating human food. Customs agents meet all cruise
ships arriving from foreign ports and run random checks of passenger
lists, and a warrant claiming Clarke had not paid the fine was found in
the federal law enforcement database. Assistant U.S. Attorney Peter
Outerbridge conceded there were some "discrepancies," but suggested to
the judge that Clarke appear in court again to clear up the warrant.
U.S. Magistrate Judge John O'Sullivan, who had a copy of a citation
indicating the fine had been paid, apologized to Clarke, who spent
nearly nine hours in detention, and demanded that the U.S. attorney's
office determine what went wrong.

And people wonder why I have absolutely no frickin' faith in databases
as the magic tool which will prevent another 9/11.

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This would only be possible

This would only be possible if the UN actually meant to follow its
charter. Which I don't think it means to. How can I say this? Well,
Sudan is still on the Human Rights Commission. Even though they're allowing this to happen.

UNITED NATIONS - U.N. humanitarian chief Jan Egeland
criticized the Sudanese government Monday for blocking aid workers,
food and equipment from reaching the Darfur region, where 2 million
people desperately need humanitarian aid. Calling Darfur the worst
humanitarian crisis in the world today, Egeland told the U.N. Security
Council that relief agencies are trying to get food, water, sanitation
equipment and tents to the western Sudanese region before the rainy
season. "We've been working for many, many weeks in a race against the
clock, and we see that the government which should do its utmost to
help us is still not helping," he said. "Some ministers are helping us, but some of their subordinates are sabotaging us."

Rant ahead. Beware.
What the fuck is your problem, people? You're the ones who allowed the
Sudanese to stay on the Human Rights Commission in what I can only
think is some misguided attempt to keep them in the UN fold. Right?
This was your feebleminded attempt to make sure that you didn't
ostracize Sudan. We wouldn't want them to feel as if the International
Community was picking on them, would we? Can't have that. How would we
ever get them to cooperate if they felt ostracized? Wake up and smell
the coffee, eh? They're using your actions against you.
Peace accord in the south. Is that ringing a bell? They're using the
peace accord in the south to keep donor nations from coughing up. But
noooooo. You're about as sophisticated as a six-month-old thumbsucker.
This is all about the moral high ground and how you ain't got it no
more. Don't whine to the media. They can't do a fucking thing. They
don't even have bureaus in Africa. Don't whine to the Security Council.
They don't care. Don't plead to the Secretary-General to get it done,
because he's already got a few genocides on his hands---it's hard to
get him to care anymore. Quit your bitching and GET. IT. DONE. eeeeeeeeeeeeeediots!

GOD! People are dying by the thousands and more will die by the end of the summer if you don't STOP WAITING FOR FUCKING VISAS TO BE APPROVED BEFORE YOU DO SOMETHING!
Think outside of the box, would you? Can you do that? Would it be
possible for you to let your mind wander away from UN approved thought
patterns so, you know, the beleaguered people in Darfur can get what
they need? You're all reportedly smart people, you should be able to
think of something that will get around the "host" (some fucking host
the Sudanese are) nation and help the people that need helping.
Give a good goddamn.

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...that on blogs the term

...that on blogs the term "meme" generally can be easily interchanged with the phrase "email chain survey"?

Screw it. It's still fun.

Go here and read through all of it.

Here's my list of favorite characters from fiction (movies, tv, or books)

(In no particular order)

1. L.B. Jeffries
2. James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser (Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon)
3. Fr. Lorenzo Quart
4. Jack Ryan
5. Elizabeth Bennett
6. Fitzwilliam Darcy
7. Eleanor Anne Arroway
8. Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes)
9. Jonathan Pine
10. Trinity
11. Sabrina Duncan
12. Ian Pearse
13. Flavia di Stefano
14. Indiana Jones
15. The Bishop
16. Hans Gruber
17. Joe Bradley
18. Jeff Goldstein. Oh, wait. It's got to be fictional. Well, if I can't have Jeff, I suppose I'll have to have Bond. James Bond.
19. Eleanor of Aquitaine
20. Bridget Jones (and this is Bridget of the book, not the incessantly idiotic Bridget of the movie)

That should do it for now.

(Oh, and Robert el Llama Butchers---we're going to have it out about Emma vs. Elizabeth one day.)

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British paratroopers begin attack on

British paratroopers begin attack on the village of Ranville.

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Ranville

Ranville

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Haven't had a good silly

Haven't had a good silly German story in a while. This one should make up for the lack.

BERLIN (Reuters) - An 81-year-old German man whose defense
to charges of multiple rape was that he could not get an erection won a
victory on Tuesday when the country's highest court ruled he could not
be forced to have his potency tested. The Federal Constitutional Court
argued that the man's human rights had been violated by lower court
rulings that he be ordered to undergo hospital ultrasound and nocturnal
checks on his penis.

Come and live in Germany! Where your penis has human rights, too!

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...will undoubtedly get their knickers

...will undoubtedly get their knickers in a twist over this one, so go quickly and read it before they force Jeff to take it down.

I swear on the lives of the children I don't have yet that you'll laugh your ass off. Or if you're Michael Moore, you'll sue Jeff for libel, and
you'll work off about three and a half calories in the process. Just
before you crammed another eclair down your oversized gullet. Which
makes it all for naught, right?

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I told you not to

I told
you not to open the Dom.

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German naval observers confirm presence

German naval observers confirm presence of Allied invasion fleet off the coast of Normandy.

Posted by: Kathy at 09:25 PM | No Comments | Add Comment
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