Sigh, I've caught up on my threads. Time to finish my paper. I feel urggy and sore throat-y, and not very motivated.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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.
Well, one idea with some selective bombing strategies is to cripple the infrastructure, and destroy factories and such. This has limited usefulness in a place where most of those things are already destroyed. (I seem to remember than one of the problems in reprisal-bombing Afghanistan for 9/11 woudl be that they didn't have much in the way of 3+ story buildings standing.)
Nora, you can use some of the motivation I would have used for yoga, if I'd gone....
Well, one idea with some selective bombing strategies is to cripple the infrastructure, and destroy factories and such.
Oh yeah, right.
Go Nora, go! You can do it!
Timelies all!
The comforter meowed at G...
Gee, ya think? What the fuck else do they think it's going to do? Cow people into submission, I'm guessing, huh?
Because that worked so well in cowing us back in 2001. I think America's "blow up anyone that vaguely resembles whoever did this to us!" reaction isn't that far from typical upon being bombed, actually.
Last night I felt very organized about today. I had a to do list, and menus and a grocery list all planned out, and all sorts of good stuff.
Unfortunately I forgot about that motivation/needing to leave the house stuff.
Oh well.
Because that worked so well in cowing us back in 2001.
Well...
Illegal wiretapping, including the thing about AT&T now, just listening to well, everyone, free speech zones, NYT not running the mohammed cartoons out of fear, the new theocracy governing by some twisted form of WWJD?, a president who says he was chosen by god to lead America...I mean, I think we got cowed.
Or maybe punk'd.
Okay, anyone got any theories about why my very nice but completely unintelligible Chinese next-door neighbor just tried to give me a box of instant oatmeal?
I'm vastly amused by the way she speaks to me so earnestly, and yet clearly has to know that I don't get a word she's saying. This must be what it is like to have American tourists in a non-English-speaking nation.
She took one look at you and thought here's a woman in dire need of instant oatmeal.