Susan W.:
People just never, ever learn that fighting the last war is a bad idea, do they? Is it just me, or does all this obsession over airplane security to the exclusion of all else feel like the Maginot Line of anti-terrorist efforts?
Xander ,'Lessons'
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Susan W.:
People just never, ever learn that fighting the last war is a bad idea, do they? Is it just me, or does all this obsession over airplane security to the exclusion of all else feel like the Maginot Line of anti-terrorist efforts?
For some reason, Jesse cracks me up:
I'm still shocked every time I see a tattoo parlor in MA. In my day, we kept that kind of sinning in New Hampshire, where it belongs!
In Bitches, re: Walt Whitman poetry:
libkitty: Nice. Whitman is the best.
Frankenbuddha: I love his samplers.
Homeland Security solved in Natter:
DavidS: Yep. Car bomb pulls up next to a tanker truck filled with Chlorine or something flammable on a bridge or in a tunnel. How ya gonna stop that?
ita: Well, you start by making cars illegal. If that doesn't work, ban bridges or tunnels.
Rick: ita, if bridges are outlawed only outlaws will have bridges.
billytea:
I went speed dating. This is dating where if you talk below fifty words a minute, Dennis Hopper blows you up
Aw, I think it deserves the whole paragraph!
Meanwhile! I am currently twirling my moustache and enjoying my evil laugh, because apparently last night I managed to slip in, without anyone noticing, that I went speed dating. This is dating where if you talk below fifty words a minute, Dennis Hopper blows you up. No, wait, it's for people who are only looking for a quickie. Damn, I have it written down somewhere. Ok, apparently it's the opposite of carbon dating. No, wait, I'm reading my shopping list.
From All Ogle, No Cash
ita:
Ask Hec? A music question? Are you insane? I'll just make some stuff up.
I can't believe no one got here first on this one.
Cindy in Great Write Way, kindly writing the agent-requested bio of Allyson that Allyson, like every other good writer out there, totally froze on:
Allyson B_ was born of seafoam after Saturn killed Uranus and flung his genitals into the ocean. Or wait. Maybe that's Venus. Sometimes, online, it is hard to know who is who. Allyson B_ might be the girl from South Boston (Southie represent, yo!), and surrounding towns, who fell in love with a TV show, and was lured out west by axe murderers she met on the internet. She loaded up the truck and she drove to Beverly...Hills, that is. Okay, actually? West Hollywood.
Like many big internet plans, axe murdering Allyson fell through. We like to talk big, vampire slayer fans do. 'I'm going to get axe murdered, and then sold in to sexual slavery'! It's just fandom talk.
People took Allyson in, gave her a place to stay, and an occasional cheeseburger, so she didn't starve to death. She got a job at big gov't. agency, and is on her way to ruling the world. She now regularly makes her rent and car payments, and everything.
shrift, in Natter:
Today's fortune cookie:
Good health is a man's best wealth.
Thank you, Count Rugen.
Raquel:
Change is good, despite what my cat says.