I need to share this (my translation from a Hebrew blog):
Peretz' Suggestion to all Inclusive Solution of all Disputes in the Territory which is Western to the Sea and Eastern to Jordan:
1. The government of Israel will offer a free holiday for a month to everywhere on earth to every resident (resident: anyone who lives between the sea and Jordan, regardless of religion, race and gender) and who is interested in quiet and peaceful life.
2. After the last plane with the residents who are interested in leaving will leave, all of the war reserve store units and all of the armed warehouses will open, and the weapon will be distributed freely and without any control what so ever, without discrimination and regardless of religion, race and gender - to anyone who stayed and showed interest in armed dispute.
3. In about 2-3 weeks I assume that the problem will be resolved on its own, and speical teams to clear the corpses, the ruins, renovations, and handling nuclear fallout will be able to arrive.
4. After these teams will finish their tasks, the sane citizens will be able to come back to the state and start living peacefully together. Mind that this suggestion solves not only the Arab-Jewish conflict, but also bloody conflicts between sects in Judaism and Islam, neighbor disputes, arguments on parking spots, inheritance battles and what not.
This is brilliant. Where do I sign?
So in an odd clusterfuck of eBay-ing and shipping snafus, last week at work we received a package for a dude in Australia or Virginia (not sure which). In the package were a pair of OD green, ripstop canvas, tactical pants in XL. The woman who was calling about them was mystified and said, "Do you want them?" I said sure, figuring Joe would like them for their durability and many pockets.
Turns out, they are too big for him (I will not think about THAT too much), but fit me in a way such as pants have not fit me before. These are magic tactical pants and I love them. I feel like I'm chanelling Raq, though. I'm wearing them with a v-neck cream colored sweater and cream low-top Chucks. However, I'm not nearly as gorgeous and foxy as Raq is.
The vision in my head is pretty foxy. IJS.
I think you're supposed to wear those pants and then forward them to Rory Gilmore or something.
I think you're supposed to wear those pants and then forward them to Rory Gilmore or something.
Heh. I was just gonna say that I wanted a turn with the magic free pants! And then I saw Tom's comment, and it became even funnier. At least in my head...
Happy birthday, Trudy!
omnis, that sucks. What threw me was saying "cripple". Because you had mentioned hip-hop my mind went to Crip. Consider him cockpunched.
Magic tactical pants! That is so cool, Aims!
Had a few productive hours. Now the body revenge with awful dizziness and fatigue. Cleaning my room might not be accomplished today, after all.
Happy to the birthday, Trudes!
e the o, Thanks. If you went through that I'm sure you know what it feels like. It's a pretty recurring occasion in my life. I think a lot of people would just give up and just become the sort of person who hates their bday but I'm stubborn that way. I keep looking forward to my birthday. As it turned out, the person who showed up (she had RSVP'd maybe so I wasn't truly expecting her) helped pull the evening's fat out of the fire.
