…hey hey hey, goodbye.
So now the operative questions become:
1. How desperate is Sharon?
2. How stupid is the Israeli electorate?
Unfortunately for Arik, having the witnesses assassinated probably isn’t a viable option for him right now. But he’s certainly living in a, ah, target-rich environment as far as creating explosive distractions.
I can’t have been the first person to notice this…can I? Can I?
Separated At Birth?
|Sheik Ahmed Yassin||Saruman the White|
(Disclaimer: No political commentary expressed or implied. Seriously.)
For the last few months, I’ve been mulling over a longish article cum rant, about weblogging, livejournal, usenet, spam, distributed interface design, the tragedy of the commons and infinite return. But with one thing being another, I never quite got the round-tuits to actually put it all down on “paper” at once.
So of course, someone else came along and did it. Well, not quite — there were some larger points about semi-closed communities and the repetition of horrible interface decisions that I wanted to make — but the gist of it is there, and he hits pretty much every “so that’s it then, we’re all going to die” bullet point I had in mind, and with a lot fewer extraneous adjectives than I’d use.
Go read it now.
Scheduled to appear:
The Gift of Gab
Lateef & The Chief
I got my tickets already. You should get yours now
From the BBC:
Python film to challenge Passion
Monty Python’s film The Life of Brian is to return to US cinemas next month following the success of The Passion of the Christ.
The Biblical satire will be re-released in Los Angeles, New York and other US cities to mark its 25th anniversary.
Adverts will challenge Mel Gibson’s blockbuster with the lines “Mel or Monty?”, “The Passion or the Python?”
Distributor Rainbow said it hoped the film would “serve as an antidote to all the hysteria about Mel’s movie”.
The Life of Brian follows a Jewish character from Nazareth who is worshipped as the Messiah then crucified by Romans.
It was condemned as blasphemous before its original release, although Monty Python said it was intended as a spoof on Bible films and intolerance rather than Christianity.
The film could not be completed until former Beatle George Harrison stepped in to finance it after EMI Films withdrew, fearing it was too controversial. Rainbow president Henry Jaglom said: “We decided this is an important time to re-release this film, to provide some counter-programming to The Passion.”
He said the surviving members of the Monty Python comedy team “all agreed this was a good time” to bring back the film and would help promote it. Mr Jaglom, whose partner John Goldstone produced the original film, said trailers for the comedy would start to appear in cinemas on Good Friday.
Rumors of my death are slightly exaggerated.
If you haven’t heard from me recently, I don’t hate you, I’m just slammed. I’ll be back blogging at full speed once this damn basketball thing is over with.
In the meantime: Look! A Monkey!
…how long until we see the first spams from a “close associate of deposed Haitian President Charles Bertrand Aristide”, desperately requesting our kind assistance in helping transfer several million dollars that are currently locked up in an offshore bank account?
Bets? Anyone gotten one already?
Okay, I have learned my lesson. Never, ever complain openly about the state of mass transit, for the Train Gods are jealous and quick to anger.
Pursuant to that revelation, a few small lessons I have learned this weekend:
1. There are no oxygen or defibrillator kits aboard Amtrak’s trains.
How did I come to learn this, you ask? Well, pretty much what you’d expect: just as the Acela was pulling out of Stamford station last night, an older gentlemen in my car proceeded to have a heart attack.
2. Pacemakers are not happy fun balls.
Like pretty much everyone who grew up watching television in the 70s and 80s, I had this vision of a pacemaker as a tiny little box that applied the microelectric version of the Magic Fingers to your heart whenever it started feeling a little tired. It was one of those little Miracles of Modern Science: grandma’s ticker is getting a little run down, she goes to the hospital for a tune-up, they put a pacemaker in, now she’s happy and smiling next to the doctor, fade out…We’re Beatrice.
This turns out not to be so much the case in real life, at least with your new-style pacemakers. What actually happens is that the pacemaker notices that your heart has gone into defib or afib rhythm, and promptly jolts you with approximately a kajillion amps of electricity. This is, as you would expect, incredibly painful. You will jerk around and make disturbing noises. Very loud disturbing noises.
3. EMTs are handy people to have around.
Luckily for the gentleman concerned, there were two EMTs in our car alone, including one sitting in the first chair forward from him, and they did a bangup job of handling the situation. In about 90 seconds, they’d gotten the train stopped, figured out all the pertinent details vis a vis the pacemaker/defibrillator, mostly gotten the guy breathing normally and managed to convince everyone else in the car to sit the hell down. They also then figured out that in the absence of an O2 or defib rig, there wasn’t a hell of a lot else that they could do until the train got back to Stamford station — nota bene to anyone riding Amtrak with elderly relatives.
4. There is no way to get a stretcher into an Amtrak car.
…and it’s also basically impossible to do a fireman’s carry down the aisle. The poor guy had to walk off mostly under his own power. On the other hand, he was conscious enough to walk, which probably bodes well for him.
5. You can shut down damn near the entire New York City subway system by merely throwing some nuts and bolts onto the rails.
So of course after being getting in about an hour late due to the heart attack, I sauntered into Penn Station and parked myself on the uptown “A” platform to wait for a train, only to be told, about ten minute later by the intercom, that there were no A trains running. Nor any C trains, E trains or F trains. None of the MTA personnel around seemed to have any idea what was going on, so I bagged it and took a cab home, and didn’t read about the details until this morning.
All self-obsessed whining about my personal inconvenience aside, it was actually a somewhat hair-raising set of circumstances, and I’m incredibly glad that no one in either incident appears to have been seriously harmed. Travel safe, kids.