me: “So. Pectin, huh?” apple: me: “Keep the doctor away, do ya’?” apple: me: “You didn’t fall far from the tree, I bet…” apple: me: “That William Tell was a real bastard, wasn’t he…?” apple: me: apple: me: “…So anyways…” apple: “Yeah.”
June 21, 2004
June 21, 2004
Hard hitting journalism, Dan Rather style
**** update: more soft journalism. No pun intended.
June 21, 2004
Because Abu Ghraib
“Islamic militants in Iraq threatened to behead a South Korean hostage by Monday night unless his country scrapped plans to send 3,000 more troops — a demand rejected by Seoul.”* And because Abu Ghraib. And root causes. And deer ticks. And vinyl siding. And Empanadas Chilenas. And Beach Boys CDs. And, well, you know the drill…
June 21, 2004
It’s nearly noon, mountain time, and I haven’t yet made a Michael Moore reference
Unless you count “mountain time.” In which case, never mind.
June 21, 2004
“…then the bartender says, ‘oh, I thought you said a frying carpet!‘“
Looks like it’s time I start thinking up some Persian jokes…
June 21, 2004
Pushing the (bureaucratic) envelope
A report from Rand Simberg, who attended the launch of SpaceShip One: If there were any hitches, they weren’t apparent from the viewing stand. They hit the apogee of at least a hundred kilometers, and had a smooth entry and landing. […] The question now is what effect, short and long term, this will have on the growing prospects for this new liberating industry. XCOR has gotten a lot of
June 21, 2004
Saddam’s People
Ted Kennedy responds:* “Well, the fact remains that one organization is secular and the other religious, so no. No no no no no. Furthermore, I — hey, which one of you bastards pinched that last cruller?” **** h/t ColoradoConservative
June 21, 2004
From the “I just won’t get it until my heavily-moussed head has been hacked off and is resting on th
“Misreading Islam?” (Presented as a question, but don’t let the siren’s call of egalitarian rhetoric fool you. The answer is “Crusading Smirky McBushitler!”) Warning: The linked post is rife with super-earnest, holier-than-thou, multiculturalist twaddle from an author who believes in Republican oil conspiracies, rampant US war profiteering, and the evils of the imperialistic American hegemon. And oodles of salon-grade styling gel, evidently. Proceed with caution. **** More here.