America’s Secret Police?

Intelligence experts warn that a proposal to merge two Pentagon intelligence units could create an ominous new agency.

Well, if you've done nothing wrong then you have nothing to fear....

The Base Realignment and Closure Commission also suggested that the Pentagon could “disestablish” CIFA and DSS and “consolidate their components into the Department of Defense Counterintelligence and Security Agency.”

...In the meantime, CIFA, a mysterious and secretive unit created in 2002 and charged with making Defense counterintelligence efforts more effective, became the subject of two public controversies.

The first erupted late in 2005 when documents surfaced indicating that CIFA (whose mission, according to its own officials, is supposed to be limited to analysis of counterintelligence data produced by other agencies) was discovered to have put together a database that included reports on anti-administration demonstrators, including peace activists protesting alleged “war profiteering.”

Oh. Well, maybe not....

Why is there stupid spy music on 24?

That was exactly what I thought when it started. It was like they decided to embrace their inner Mission Impossible.

Poor flea. Toes hurt all out of proportion to their size. Taping it to another toe helps. My current stupid injury is the limp from stepping backward unto the upturned prongs of the plug on my hairdryer. My advice: Don't do that.

mornin' (or insert time specific greeting here)

I have two confessions to make:

1. I bought two pair of cropped pants (not gauchos) yesterday, despite being told they are "of the devil".

2. I hate wedge/cork shoes. I will not be dragged into two evil fashion trends in one season. Hence, my shoe shopping escapade last night was a bust. If flats are also "in" why can I find none in stores? WHY??

Rio, enjoy the NYC living!

I was looking for flats yesterday too, with no luck. Lame.

I still love cropped pants, too. Although I saw footage of Condi rice last night wearing capris, and I thought that was a bit much.

OMG, I'm so excited for Allyson. I love it when people throw stuff away.

The other day I couldn't get up the energy to clean my apartment. But you know what gets me motivated? Going to the the Container Store, buying some shit and starting on re-organizing. That gets me motivated. So I did that.

Cropped pants are of the devil. Capris especially. Dress capris must be hunted down and killed.

I don't suppose it helps to know I'm sporting nasty bruises and I don't know where I got them. Well, ok, I have the perennial bruise on my shoulder from the corner of the car door, but that's a regular. Why do they make that top corner so pokey? It's designed to nail your upper arm.

I don't like corK, but certain wedges I'm ok with. In fact, wearing some now.

In other cheerless news, nature kindly demonstrated its red-in-tooth-and-claw bit this morning . Roadkill plus ravenous raven (huh. those words must be related. Off to OED. )I really did NOT need to see that.

If it weren't for laundry, I swear I could keep my apartment tidy all the time. As is, that disclaimer means it's a lot tidier than it used to be.

I do need an organisation sweep, because I have a file cabinet that's broken, and I could really do with another bookshelf. That I can't get my mojo up for.

I liked The Unit this week, although once you work out that the overarching theme is leaks, and if you believe in the ultimate power of the Haysbert, the con they're pulling gets a little tedious to watch. I thought it was weird that in the final scene, they didn't show the Colonel's face--I'm assuming she's just boffing the one.

Okay, ice done. Into street clothes.

The Unit! That's what I forgot to, um, aquire in a completely legal manner this week. Right.

I wonder if there's a Container Store anywhere near me.

It's like Spring Fever, but with boxes!