Scroll to second and third photos, safe for work unless you work for a nunnery, I suppose. Freaks.
At the WaPo, William Arkin has a sensible article on Plamegate and the IIPA:
Maybe Valerie Plame in fact was a skilled case officer running a key agent of some foreign intelligence service providing inside information about weapons of mass destruction. So skilled, so crucial to our national security that her husband can write a political op-ed in The New York Times revealing his own clandestine relationship with the agency, a relationship that was sure to be linked back to his wife. I say one less incompetent and nincompoop on the government payroll.
OTOH: Leftist Wasteland, it’s only Leftist Wasteland.
There’s a new sharif in town.
Tar Baby! Macaca! Water Buffalo! Niggard! Venceremos!
McCain Rips the Hair Club for Men
Do You Know Who I Am? Well, now they do. Delta’d have been better off not to piss off Reynolds.
Yesterday in the comments to a post, I mentioned that I’d watched and liked The Notorious Bettie Page. It’s a well-written, carefully crafted period piece that uses black and white and Technicolor to excellent effect. Lots of care was lavished on the sets and costumes, and the story is told with grace and economy. Most interestingly, the story is, among other things, about Betty Page’s religious consciousness, which, while perhaps somewhat contradictory, is rendered intelligently and sympathetically. Gretchen Mol, who plays Betty, is extraordinary. Since I don’t follow awards at all, I don’t know if she was nominated for anything, but if not, it’s too bad. She registers the playfulness of the character, the disarming and beautiful goofiness, of a face that registers everything it feels, and feels everything it registers–which is often a kind of eager confusion.
Had the writer or director chosen, the story might well have been about abuse, exploitation and victimization, and might have received far greater critical notice. But as the character chose not to interpret her life that way, it would have been false and exploitative to make it so. I recommend this movie as much for the discipline it demonstrates in what it doesn’t say as for what it does.
Furriskey sends this joke, which resonates with Jeff’s Ying & Yang conceptual posts:
Barry returned from a doctor’s visit one day and told his wife Carolyn that the doctor said he only had 24 hours to live. Wiping away her tears, he asked her to make love with him. Of course she agreed and they made passionate love. Six hours later, Barry went to her again and said, “Honey, now I only have 18
hours left to live. Maybe we could make love again?” Carolyn agreed and again they made love.
Later, Barry was getting into bed when he realized he now had only eight hours of life left. He touched Carolyn’s shoulder and said, “Honey? Please? Just one more time before I die.” She agreed, and then afterward she rolled over and fell asleep.
Barry, however, heard the clock ticking in his head, and he tossed and turned until he was down to only four more hours. He tapped his wife on the shoulder to wake her up.
“Honey, I only have four hours left! Could we . . . ?”
His loving wife sat up abruptly, turned to him and said, “Listen Barry, … I have to get up in the morning and you don’t.”
Why does San Fran get to horde all the beautiful, creative people? I mean, Bush’s head coming out of a cooter, and VP Cheney portayed as a big boner because his first name is Dick? Genius. Absolute genius.
C’mon California, share some of these gorgeous people with us over here in-country.
((((snigger))))
The girl with the impeachment brassiere was attractive, I thought. Probably even more so without it.
C’mon Slart. Who wouldn’t look good in that impeachment bra? You’ve got to admit that the average 1 to 10 rating on the nationally recognized scale for attractiveness for those folks depicted in the photos was closer to 1 than it was to 2.
Yeah, most of the people, alp. But I think that Slart’s correct about the impeachment bra girl. More’s the pity that she’s a dolt, but maybe she’ll grow out of it.
I wonder if Delta is astute enough to see just how badly they’ve hurt themselves. I’d be offering Glenn frequent flier miles, virgins, or puppies about now to get him to take that post down…
I wish he’d take on the health insurers…
no shit…check out Delta’s stock as of…oh…Reynolds post.
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/bc?s=DALRQ.PK&t=1d
they’d better come up with something more than puppies…
There is a paper in here somewhere about the quickness of punitive action against companies within a free market with open streams of communication.. versus the government’s pitiful reaction to Jet Blue, ie. Barbara Boxers “airline passenger bill of rights” posturing.
I agree. She’s cute, but creative? Why couldn’t she have gotten a couple of W’04 buttons and pierced her nips with them. It would have shown more of a personal sacrafice and more of the boob to boot. That’s all I’m sayin’
alp–
We’ll have no pasty talk here.
a clear display of lactose intolerance.
Hmm… PJM player caught flying to secret banking haven the Grand Caymans, Jeff gets offered crappy new contract. Coincidence?
Me. 99% of the other women protesters. Michael Moore. Al Gore. Am I done yet?
So you’ve imagined these two studs with their man-boobs taped together with a bumper sticker, and you felt the need to etch the image into everybody else’s brain as well. Thanks.
What’s next Slart? Rosie O’Donnell in nothing but coaching shorts and Chuck Taylors?
Does Instatepid have blood in his veins?
The Air Marshalls would have found me foaming at the mouth wishing they’d worn their face shields as they pummeled me from eight directions. He finds Delta
disappointing. He should try Southwest Airlines, whose motto could be; “Love our employees, hate our customers.”
Pain shared is…well, company.
Hanging upside-down in a sling.
Soylent Green is people.
Leo,
Are you printing your boarding pass exactly 24 hours before flight time to insure that you are an “A” passenger? And then are you getting to the airport 2 hours early to that you can camp out at the front of the airline and lead the stampede?
Maybee:
Racist!!
Ewww. Thanks a lot Alpp. I think I just threw up a little.
And considering that Soylent Green is people, that’s saying something.
Granted Ed, a topless Rosie O would have kept the Little Dutch Boy from putting his finger in the dyke and saving the town, but…….
………..really, I just wanted to tie the Little Dutch Boy to Rosie somehow.
Sleep well Lars. We hardly knew ye.
She’s the crunch granola type. A little patchooli honey-beee. Kind if chick I would go to Dead Concerts with, hoping to bag in the post show aura … by being sympathetic to the trials of washing dishes or slicing bagels to raise money for tickets for the next show
The patchooli oil takes a couple of showers to wash off. The crabs? About a week with medicated shampoo.
The impeachment bra chick? Easy on the eyes, probably not so easy on the antibiotics for the month afterwards.
The rest of them? Makes me wish that Bush really was as evil as they claim…
(TW: during53 the ceace-fire ending the Korean war was signed.)
With shaven armpits? And no dreadlocks?
C’mon, man, use your eyes.