Friday, June 29, 2012
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole
First off, to Rachel (if that is your real name) from Cardholder Services: No buttsex from me! Not going to the back of that very long line. Megan McArdle of the Daily Beast. This is a site that reminds me of why I decided to post lots and lots of pictures. It's BORRRRING! Sure, many decades back in a small town in England, Evelyn Waugh was kind of fun to read. Now? Bad graphics & 15 writers saying nothing much just doesn't cut it. We have Thomas Friedman if we want to read utterly empty wordstrings. Still, there is something to be learned from any McArdle post: 3. Some people, maybe including me, will be helped by the bill. Even if you think that this bill will, on net, make more people worse off, you should still be glad for the people who are being helped. For those who wondered whether McArdle's move from Senior Editor at The Atlantic to Special Correspondent at The Beast was a move up or grabbing onto something after getting canned, this gives the answer : She's not even on the company health plan now. Since this is a catch up post, remember Hang Up & Pedal? The latest impediment to biking is the Rolling Enforcers of Etiquette. Life is brutal. So I pull some dodgy (but safe & legal) maneuver to get away. Does it help? Of course not! They catch up & start ranting. It's happened twice. Maybe time for the Italian solution. Anyhow, this is where we leave with some cheesecake. Judge Parker for the last 3 weeks has featured a character who seems to be based on the Jack Weston Fed from Gator. Gator was a pretty good flick, especially the scenery. And by scenery, I mean pictures of the rural south - fields, water, shacks. Only for the poster, they had to add a curvy wench. Trouble was, the female star was Lauren Hutton.