Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Confound their politics

  • I am in a miserable state of delirious exhaustion today. Some people respond to lack of sleep a little better than others; I'm not one of those people. I finally got to bed around 2 a.m. and stumbled back to my feet at 7 a.m. to get ready for work. I am now suffering a cold and speaking as if I were drunk.

  • I happened upon this story today. I would personally like to apologize to Britain, on behalf of my fellow Americans, for the negative comments.
    I am very, very, very, very, very sorry that we called you tea-sipping yellow-toothed pansies. When we called you "meddling socialist pricks," we were probably drunk. When we called you "weenie-spined Limeys," well, obviously, that was uncalled for. And we realize that our bringing up both world wars every time you offer constructive criticism is a very tired and rhetorically weak tactic, but, well, we can't think of anything else to say.
    For what it's worth, Iknow we lost the War of 1812 -- to Canada. And I still love the castles!

  • Prime Minister Tony Blair's comic timing made the news today in the United States and I would like to point out to Jenny that Blair was wearing a poppy (hint, hint).

  • In yet another election disappointment, there will be no Sheriff Love Sponge.

  • Here's a story that underlines the importance of good translation; there's a difference between turning lions loose upon Christians and turning lions into Christians.

  • This woman is a criminal mastermind.

  • Things you might find in my pickup: a jug of antifreeze, bungee cords, a few oil rags, a blanket, a flashlight -- nothing particularly exotic.

  • Boy I sure love donuts. But I'm in my car. I've got to use one hand to drive and the other to hold my coffee -- where should I put my donut? Dang, seemed like a good idea at the time.

    Jenny said...

    Hey, I've sent it already! Way to doubt my poppy-buying prowess.


    Probably get there in time for Remembrance Sunday 2005, though.

    Chris Cope said...

    I never doubted your poppy-buying prowess. I just thought that perhaps with your international traveling and working to shape the young minds of Britain's future, you might have forgotten about the American monkey boy who wants you to send him things.

    I will now begin camping out by my mailbox in anticipation.