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July 2006

and now, your moment of Zen

Ever lift up a flaking scab and find that smooth, mother-of-pearl patch just beneath?  Hard not to think of rebirth and renewal when you see that shiny expanse of healing.  —Which, incidentally, tastes just like chicken.

A post that explores what life might be like if oatmeal could speak, 9 / open thread

oatmeal:  “Just so you know, if I ever taste like licorice?  That’s probably because the previous night’s Sambuca shots have repeated on me again.  Which means you’ll want to walk away from the bowl and go have yourself a muffin or something. “Trust me on this one.”

the “I once saw a hobo get hit by a Jeep and bleed out” poem (and open thread)

I once saw a hobo get hit by a Jeep and bleed out in front of a downtown Carl’s Jr.  The air, I remember, smelled of urine and Seagram’s and keg beer and frat boy panic — —While for my part, I smelled of large fries and Diet Coke and jalapeno burger. Not that you asked. 

Hi, Jeff.  Hope everything’s okay.  Any chance all this excitement has the little guy ready to, you know&#8212

—Uh, no. In fact, I’m so up to my elbows in paperwork that I force fed the little armored bastard a Ziploc baggie full of Quaaludes—then, when he fell into a comfortably numb stupor, I used a 3/8” linoleum blade to carve a relief of my signature into one of his little padded feet. Now, whenever I need to sign something, I just dip his wee whittled tootsie into an

Yeah, it ain’t worth it (UPDATED BELOW THE FOLD, AND UPDATED AGAIN—and yes, UPDATED AGAIN!)

Later. Back when all this is settled.  Once and for all.

If anybody needs me…

…I’ll be at Coors field, watching a once-promising Rockies’ season disappear in a flurry of bad coaching and disappointing clutch hitting. On the positive side, at least I get to watch Josh Fogg pitch!  Which—for those of us too young to have seen Walter Johnson or Bob Feller or Bob Gibson or Juan Marichal throw live—is a rare treat indeed. Except that Fogg gives up, oh, say, 15-20 mph on

variations on a theme: The “an ordinary clock glimpsed in its moment of brief existential regret” post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)

tic tic tic tic tic “STELLA!” tic tic tic

Everything old is new again, 2

Via Hot Air, “Former ambassador Ed Peck defends Hezbollah”.  For the record.  On the teevee, even. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Carter Administration.  Or, as the Iranians are fond of saying, “the gift that just keeps on fucking giving!” More here.  But if that’s not enough, just pick up, say, The Turner Diaries. You know—for some extra Jew cabal flavor.

Everything old is new again

Looks like Hezbollah is borrowing a page from the Think Progress playbook. I know.  I’m as shocked as you are.  Because—as I’ve been reminded repeatedly by a host of helpful left-leaning commenters whenever I mention that such propaganda efforts have the potential to undermine liberalism and provide rhetorical cover for Islamists and their terror offshoots—the anti-war left’s rhetoric has no tangible effects, and suggesting that it does is just my

“Annan’s Claims On Casualties May Unravel”

From the NY Sun: An apparent discrepancy in the portrayal of events surrounding the deaths of four unarmed U.N. observers in Lebanon threatens to unravel Secretary-General Annan’s initial accusation that Israel “deliberately” targeted the U.N. Interim Force in Lebanon. A Canadian U.N. observer, one of four killed at a UNIFIL position near the southern Lebanese town of Khiyam on Tuesday, sent an e-mail to his former commander, a Canadian retired