Today I suspect I shall either a) die of boredom, or b) get up to some hijinks that I will regret on the morrow.
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
This is Zhirinovsky:
There was a liberal democrat MP assasinated in Russia few years ago, Galina Starovoitova, in which people connected to Zhirniovsky were heavily implicated. He refused comment for a few years, then last year, while I was in Russia, made his first ever public remarks about her assasination.
Sitting on her grave.
Literally. On her grave.
With a table and chair, the easier to pour himself shots of vodka while spouting his nasty brand of ultra-nationalism to the media.
"Condoleezza Rice needs a company of soldiers. She needs to be taken to barracks where she would be satisfied. On the other hand, she can hardly be satisfied because of her age.
Well, gang rape is a well known cure for frigidity.
The most famous sketch is the 'Going for an English', I think. Did you catch that one in the episode you saw?
I don't think so, but I'm not sure I could match sketches to titles, although there was an amusing rap about Bollywood: "Where the men go, 'Ha!' and the women go, 'Eee!' and the villains, they go, 'Ha! Ha! Ha!'"
It's almost like he's mad because she wouldn't sleep with him or something....
Strange...
With a table and chair, the easier to pour himself shots of vodka while spouting his nasty brand of ultra-nationalism to the media.
Sounds just like her type.
Today I suspect I shall either a) die of boredom, or b) get up to some hijinks that I will regret on the morrow.
I think you should write me some porn.
This little piggy went to Xavier's School for the Gifted:
Scientists in Taiwan say they have bred three fluorescent green pigs that glow in the dark. >[link]
You know what I have discovered today? I am a terrible editor.
You know why I am a terrible editor? Because I loathe bad prose so much I'd really rather not read it.
Unfortunately, reading bad prose is kind of an editor's job.
And OMG how bad is this prose? It is not literally incoherent, but it is written by somebody with tenure and way too much stature in the field for his own good. Who needs to be BEATEN with The Elements of Style.
Randomosity:
So I'm going down Michigan avenue and I see a bunch of picketers, so naturally I turn to see who they're striking against and...huh. They all have on blue wigs, and the signs say "ROBOTS ARE YOUR FRIENDS."
Um... huh?
Some sort of marketing scheme?