Battle of Wits
What the fuck is wrong with people? What the fuck is wrong with our world. Everyone seems to feel that each dawn requires a call to arms. It all does really feel like it's spiraling out of control.
Even seemingly intelligent, collected people are losing it over dinner regarding the whole Israel-Hezbollah fiasco. "This lamb is really fantastic, BUT THE PALESTINIANS HAVE NO DIGNITY!!!!!"
My dear Gwen, you know you're lovely and wonderful, but you really lost it the other night and your rant came out of nowhere. Not that it wasn't entertaining. Not that these aren't serious times requiring serious discussion, it was just so out of left field. One minute we're talking about which is the worst "star trek" and then next you're taking on the United Nations. And you mock me for being a drama queen. T'was tres amusant.
Johnny was just in town last week, and Milo and I were discussing how truly hilarious it would have been to put the two of you at a table, serve pork, and then bring down the cage and watch the two of you go nuts.
Although I remain in favour of a battle of wits over brawns. Now we just need that little Sicilian guy and some odourless, scentless poison. None of you non-80's movie lovers know what I'm talking about right now. But I know Chris is right there with me.
Okay, this post was supposed to be some sort of stance on international relations at the moment, but as per usual eroded into some lame anecdote.
Ah well. Back to work.
Even seemingly intelligent, collected people are losing it over dinner regarding the whole Israel-Hezbollah fiasco. "This lamb is really fantastic, BUT THE PALESTINIANS HAVE NO DIGNITY!!!!!"
My dear Gwen, you know you're lovely and wonderful, but you really lost it the other night and your rant came out of nowhere. Not that it wasn't entertaining. Not that these aren't serious times requiring serious discussion, it was just so out of left field. One minute we're talking about which is the worst "star trek" and then next you're taking on the United Nations. And you mock me for being a drama queen. T'was tres amusant.
Johnny was just in town last week, and Milo and I were discussing how truly hilarious it would have been to put the two of you at a table, serve pork, and then bring down the cage and watch the two of you go nuts.
Although I remain in favour of a battle of wits over brawns. Now we just need that little Sicilian guy and some odourless, scentless poison. None of you non-80's movie lovers know what I'm talking about right now. But I know Chris is right there with me.
Okay, this post was supposed to be some sort of stance on international relations at the moment, but as per usual eroded into some lame anecdote.
Ah well. Back to work.
posted by venbot | 5:45 p.m.
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