Over at TF/N, there’s a pointer to one of their discussion forums, a thread posing this question: What would make you walk out of the theater during Episode III?
Well, I can’t speak for any of my readers, but this parody poster would do it for me.
Over at TF/N, there’s a pointer to one of their discussion forums, a thread posing this question: What would make you walk out of the theater during Episode III?
Well, I can’t speak for any of my readers, but this parody poster would do it for me.
This morning’s headlines:
:: Memo Warns of New Hijack Plots
:: Air Marshals Pulled From Key Flights
Well….allrighty, then.
UPDATE: A new headline appeared just now: Flip-flop on Air Marshal Schedules. I’m glad that wisdom has prevailed.
(Cross-posted to Collaboratory.)
Few things nauseate me more than anti-homosexual prejudice. The fact that Senator Rick Santorum, for example, could say some very noxious things about gays a few months ago, and suffer almost nothing by way of consequence, shames me.
But even so, I’m really not sure that we should have entire schools for gay students. This kind of thing strikes me as strange. A proper appreciation for diversity, it seems to me, would not endorse this kind of thing, especially after “separate but equal” was dismantled as official policy so many years ago.
(Michael Lopez also minces some words on this.)
The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
Bara, the Icelandic web-designer whose journal I’ve been following, has posted some new pictures of herself, looking utterly radiant. Why on Earth people think that Britney Spears is good looking, I’ll never know. My own tastes run much more to elegance and class, as opposed to titillation. But that’s just me, and I grant that it’s pretty much of a losing battle.
SDB has a new blogroll, and once again, I’m not on it. Harumph. It’s probably because, while I — like Steven — am a Jacksonian, my focus is on Peter Jackson, not Andrew Jackson.
(No, I don’t know if making lame jokes whenever SDB updates his blogroll is to be a tradition of mine. We’ll see. I do think that this lame joke isn’t quite as lame as the last one.)
They’re aiming for the lights!
People who work in law enforcement tend to be, well, “masters of the obvious”. Never was this more clear to me than when I was driving along in my 1984 VW Rabbit, which was then on its last legs, and the hood actually blew open. I pulled over (of course), and just as I was getting out of the car to push the hood back down so I could complete the drive home (luckily, I was only half a mile away), a New York State Trooper comes by, stops, rolls down his window, and says, “Is there a problem here?”
I’m thinking of this right now because of this news item from Scotland, linked by Warren Ellis, in which Edinburgh detectives describe the death of a local man — whose body was found fully clothed, stuffed into a suitcase, and submerged in a local waterway — as “suspicious”.
(Yes, that headline is a movie quote, in a tipping-of-the-hat to Sir Matthew the Not Quite So Brave As Sir Robin, who likes to use movie quotes as his own headlines.)
You know, I don’t agree with SDB all that often, and I do think that he tends at times to set up strawmen in his attacks on “leftists”, but in general I do find him engaging. He usually gives me something to think about, even if it’s only to think about how I think he’s stone wrong, and even if he does take a ridiculous number of words to do it (but even in that regard, he’s not nearly as bad as this guy). Maybe I’m just not well-informed enough to understand exactly, but I don’t quite get why the general reaction to him on the left side of Blogistan seems to be blanket dismissal. Could someone let me know just what it is I’m missing here?
I realized today that you don’t see many Quonset huts anymore.

I remember, when I was a kid during the 1970s, I used to see them a lot — mechanics’ garages, independent food markets, feed stores, et cetera would use them. I even recall a suburban movie theater that was inside a Quonset hut. (It was a second-run house; I never saw a movie there, but I’ve always wondered what the acoustics were like.) But I suppose they went away eventually, since they were never intended as permanent structures to begin with, and other, cheap methods of construction have been developed.
I only mention this because today I was driving on a Buffalo street that I’ve driven, literally, for years — and I realized that a building I’ve driven past countless times in that span is, behind its faux facade, a Quonset hut.
Taking note of this (by way of Gregory), I think that someone in charge needs to read The Once and Future King.
“And then I shall make the oath of the Order that Might is only to be used for Right….”